Apocalypse Poem by Tosin Abegunde

I slept
I dreamt
I saw my church
Jampacked with flux of personalities
A festival inclined gathering.
Men from walks of life invited. Choir sings for Joy
I beg to tap the grace for mine
A frown face i behold
Later nod of compliance
I rushed to meet the man
Who was invited but not adored
A monarch of unquestionable values though undiscovered
Announcement is made
Donations appluaded
Yet the monarch lingers
At the long run
He began his speech
Pointing to the flaws of my church
Asking of a giant deserted
Man whose voice is distant
Secretary defends elders
Only to monarch's fury
The voice box derobed
I was vexed
Brethrens calms me
But i was not appeased
The forlorn choir man sings
Mouths gaged for chorus
On the weight of monarch speech
When my mind opens
I discovered the message
Alas it was a trance
I just had an encounter
With the king of kings
I wept & groan
On the state of my church
I pray the dream come true.