Bishop Of Bling Poem by John Paul Sam Nkwain

It is sickening.
Sickening to the stomach.
To see the poor servant
Living in an Eldorado of opulence.
Outlandishness at its peak
Destroying the sense and purpose of work
Honour is fast becoming rare for that job.
I can only cast a serious slur when I peep.

The now big spending ministers
Exploiting the biblical bravado.
Spreading Materialist godlessness
Building opulent residents;
All in the name of him that sent them.

When their gnosis and evil meet
Terrible pulpit gambits flow.
The Bishop of Bling at his bling-bling.
Woe be to the shepherd of Israel that do feed themselves!
The indictment of Ezekiel; a perfect fedora which fits their head.

Insanity of the righteous leaves the Pharisees to chuckle.
Insanity which I have been hearing over the years.
These used to be unbelievable snippet of news.
That I lent their veracity to rumours.
Rumours I always dismissed with a wave of the hand
And loud-mouthed vociferation
That I could swear for their integrity.
One thing now is sure; C'est sont Les choses a verifier.