Our Religion Poem by Fate McFate

Is this the house you died for?

The doors open for prayers
Are now open for business

See the scribes busy on a fight
Who can draw more customers
Who should get more shares.

The church roof leaks
It's the fifteenth time we are collecting for the repair
And Christmas is coming
He wants a tour to Australia.

We buy/get the prayers
For family, family life, family love, family joy
Family anointing, family togetherness, family bliss

He proclaims blessings to us
If we pay/give more

I guess traffic caught ours on a jam