Clergy Laity Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

The night is dead, and
The dark is coming with it,
The change is a
Chain in Cage!

We live in a world of sine,
Missione, no quarter given,
No mercy shown!
The prist and Pharisees

Feeds on fat meat, but
We the bones,
See them pray, as they

Bread and dine with the
Devil, while their brethren
Was possess with the bread
Of Unholy scriptures!

They taught us to pray
With our eyes closed,
But when we open Them,

They had the guns, and
We had the Bible, they sound
The silence, and gone with all
We have, we Had the words

But dare to tell, Mama told us Of manna falling to feed us, we
Ate more than we're
Given and it rose

To heaven, and hell we
Feed! they lay in the
Bed of banquet, but
Their youngest disciple
Begged for bread!

This scribes and their
Cunning schemes, yet
They can't fool a fly off
Me

On this dark and Dismal day,
Oh father,
Here we Gather grains again,

Set to bam our belly on
What bounds us Together:
Bless what is before us
Today for tomorrow

Might never come!
What I knew is what I know,
And what I saw is
What I say

This dogs are back,
But not to bark us, but to
Bite our body till there's no
More blood to bleed.