Church Rat Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

RATCHURCH RAT
Church rat is no longer poor
For riches flow from the chancel to the door.
Uncalled rats sniff toward the church
In dubious collars and greedy rush;
For the harvest of tithe is plenty
While the barn of lost souls remain empty.
The golden pulpit in silver apparel
Entice the wooden pews to fill the offering barrel
And dance back home happily hungry,
Their belly filled with promises of blessings.
The dark cat prowls unbelled in immoral dressings.
Let every holy hole prepare for the Master's return.
For from the altar His purging fire will start to burn.


CHIDI OBIGOD
©16-06-16