Evangelicals spoke
Giving false predictions in political talk
Lying to gullible people
Those whose minds are fickle
That God had spoken
But the vision was broken
Nothing came to pass
What a fuss
Liars!
Village criers!
God speaks to no mortal
No matter the portal.
Even then every Sunday
People troop to pray
Led by the same sages
Spreading false messages
How fickle can we be?
What will it take to see?
You can hate me
I beg you to see
God is not among the men of cloth
Full of deception, greed and sloth
God is love
I say this till kingdom come.
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God is not among the men of cloth Full of deception, greed and sloth God is love I say this till kingdom come i like this notion but the problem is that we cling to branches and not to the right source.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We talk to God hoping/believing He will hear us but He surely won't talk about politics.