To The Preacher Who Called Us Satanic Poem by Mlungisi Radebe

Can anyone leave Paradise if so
They choose, or if weary they have grown
Of seeing celestial beings with snow-
Coloured wings that we are always shown
In books and anecdotes and distortions
And in churches wherein mortal disdain
Dominates covetous hearts (with portions
Of hypocrisy) of those preaching for gain?
I do not desire to sing and pray, or to cry
Naked before the eyes of a Proponent,
Or to live with fruits, while seraphs fly
Above my head, praising the Omnipotent!
Are we allowed to leave for any reason,
Or we're just stuck in a timeless prison?