Gospel Cartels Poem by DEDAN ONYANGO

The walls of the cathedral are under attack
The bells are no longer ringing raucously,
Rust has invaded the big towering bells
Rats are prowling the church
As they genuflect picking
Leftovers of the last supper scattered all over
While gnawing the gospels glowing
Dim on the sad altar,

As the wind of spiritual mockery
Sing the hymns of the benedictions
Carrying with it the dust of divine destitute
To the servant of Christ jailed with sins in the confession room.

All these serve to save humanity
Whose spiritual nourishment is malnourished
On the dark days of temptations,
Gospel heraldic they testify in haste,
Hypocritically they dance, praise and
Worship from dusk to dawn,
While deep underneath the zip of infidelity
Is unzipped,
And on top of their spiritually proof voices
They yelp, AMEN!