Sunday Morning Poem by Aki Nnamdi

staring outta my sun filled window...
as i behold the lovely misty morning of a seventh day...
and faces of indifference, happiness and sorrow..
all the paraphernalia of an unholy morning on a holy day.
where the hungry are served a palatable meal of worms and decayed bread...
and the thirsty drink the cup myrrh that Jesus rejected.
how saddening it is as they rise up to the occasion of their ignorance,
when he speaks from the alter of a god: ''the more u sow the more u reap.''
if only they could see the lie in those lines,
they'll give the devil no reason to smile.