Church: At Stake Poem by Leonell Echa

The city of the supreme has become the city of the dead.
The church now a graveyard-
Praise and Prayer are stifled; worship is dead.
Communion is sucked from the vineyard.
The preacher and the preaching help sin
Not holiness; peopled torment, not heaven.
Ears desperately prick to listen.
Their quest, judged by man-made treason freed released into the planet prison
The preaching pulpit-a professional man.
No proclaimed verisimilitude; a tongue-stolen clan.
Break the proboscis and the Flea dies.
Kill the preacher and you stop redeeming lies.
The soul like the building, now demolished.
For cheap word of truth we are impoverished.
How much more delusion shall we take?
When it is the Church and not the building at stake?