casmire Emeribe

Rookie - 7 Points (08/03/1985 / libreville Gabon)

Painted Sapporca - Poem by casmire Emeribe

Sitting on the front pew can't be ascribe
As a virtue of a christian
Been exulted and hail in the order
Being a communicant but hold down your brother
Like the acts, michael the archangel did to lucifer
Seizure of the belongings of you and your siblings
Obviously you are the heir apparent,
Nature demand, you cede these belongings
Are you doing these, to proof to us that you are perfect
Am not saying these, to point accusing finger on you
Rather my grievance over what I see
The act of the prince of the church at the corridors of power
That has surpass the murder in the cathedral
Is all about him appointing his brothers
As auxiliary bishop, is his spoiling tactics
To impose them to any vacant episcopal seat
He sniffle many of us with this.
Now, I take the prince of the church
For a snake oil salesman
I have written this,
Not to tattle to you about the prince's misdeed
Rather it worries me
If not that I have believe in this apostolic
And one catholic even in this trying times
A prospective shepherd lobbying
His way into the citadel of God
What a mirage?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014

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