Money God Poem by Charles Jagongo

Palms dirty and in grease
Palms oiled and fingers tapping keys
palms follow through pages
The soul would get gifts so precious.

Money, the adhesive in lovers bonds
Money, the weighing scale in relatives relations
Money, all for the desire of their hearts
Tell me of deals not sealed with shillings.

God!
God, the congregation in passion stay in peace
God, the preacher would punch and stress
Give Caesar his belongings.