The Pig's Brag Before His Master Poem by Joseph Cimanuka

I'm fond of you, Lord,
But I feel hatred for my neighbor.

I preach your word with delight,
Yet I am never kept in light.

I mediate every day on your word,
But still the same as old.
I've made the church my abode,
But still I can't be in light.

I am helped with the fool in full,
Yet I can't help the fool in fact.
I promise a fool a house at night,
Yet I can't give a bread in light.

I ask for a big gravid elephant,
Yet I can't give a no gravid skinny rat.
I am taught with All might,
Yet I can't change my spot.

I am fond of you in my heart,
And nothing can do us apart.