Untitled Poem by Tefo Mahlotle Mello

We live
We believe
Believe in a Black book
We trust and rely on its scriptures
Yet people take advantage of that
It is written in the same book that
They will be fake prophets
Misusing my name for their own benefits
Yet that time had arrived
Today's prophets doesn't feed 5000 people like Jesus did
They are being fed by 5000 hungry people
In this life of lies
Where we don't know which one to believe
We ran to church hoping to find the truth
Yet to find nothing but lies
Who to run to is what we ask ourselves
Our believes have shaken
Shaken ever since people use the Black book for their own benefits
We no longer going to church to communicate with God
Yet we chose to communicate with Him in our own comfort zone