Filters Of Religious Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

My race of black
Inmate of klutziness in mind
Trapped in act of thick black
So much to tell, yet no one mind

Africa my home of peace
Religion set in and break in pieces
Home of our ancestors left broken
And their fallen walls is woe its broken

Dogmatic in thinking
Why should we set free our peace
Religious didn't set us free, where is our hat of thinking?
All we've gained is nought but a soul in piece

We fight for religion
Forgetting our coming forth region
Like a cramps and pain
We all role in great pain

Africa of beauty
Road made in greens isle for beauty
Where then is our identity
As our religions set us in great calamity

I could feel the heaviness of our Father's heart
Their pain and agony imprinted on their sourish hat
Their eyes is cumbersome with tears
When they saw their sewn love garment in pieces tear

I have lost hope in religion
It sets our pain expression beyond
Our brother and sister set ablaze all because of religion
And at first, our love strongly in bond


What then should I say
After my eye has seen all colourful ache
In blueprint of lust for religion
Set ablaze our love region.