I Was Benighted In Church Poem by Tshepo Malekutu

I was at church with flibbertigibbet spirit-
I was seated around believers but marred and death in soul-
Feeling like a stranger with my old deeds noising within me-
People were boosting and praising but I was tied and cold in spirit-

I went to church hoping I am numbered among seated believers-
Hoping a favour of God will fall upon me to cure the wounds-
And the sermon was like sounds of dark forest calling me to sin-

What floccinaucinihilipilification church!
Oh! I went with perspicacious mind, but nothing consoled my soul- Nothing to imbibe for my soul but my spirit was convivial -

After church, I felt my youth with senile-
And torrent of anguish-Nothing was propounded to my soul-