The Church Poem by Richard Ikolo

The Church has given birth to a serpent
A people not willing to repent
A congregation of sanctimonious sinners
Who sit at tables to have their dinners

A gathering of prostitutes
Coming from various institutes
Proclaiming the traditions of men
With a thunderous chanting of 'Amen'

Bundle of religious confusionists
In search of faithful conformists
Who gratify the desires of the flesh
The word preached, no longer fresh

At the altar, are innocent impostors
At the pew, robbers disguised as pastors
Ministers, trading in immorality
Members, in the business of criminality

Centre for promotion of worldliness
Training ground for lukewarmness
Headquarters of fraudsters
With branches headed by gangsters

Melting pot of contractors
Awarding contracts to fornicators
Who execute projects to specification
Without any form of remuneration

A playground for proud blasphemers
Who make mockery and recruit newcomers
Garment of nudity by daughters of Jezebel
Persuaded and paid to seduce and to rebel

A cinema for entertainment
Where people derive amusement
What an execration!
What an aberration!

No more genuine conversion!
No more fervent intercession!
No more penitence!
No more repentance!

The Master mourns daily for His Church
Who would deliver her from this reproach?
And make glad the Master's heart
Would you truly play your part?