BEFORE MY EYES

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Water burned to ashes, so I packed to cook a tale,
Pinch my sleeping skin when it's done down to dawn
For this silence Jah, I have his-tory to dish,
Before my eyes;
The thick and thins worshipped, flesh in his shrine.

From the noon-worlds' playlist, a forgotten finger jockeyed
Imbibed legs dangled to foothold steps in a bit to beat the beastly beats,
Holiness has dispersed in the absence of the spirit
Before my eyes;
A whore claimed usher, accessing hoodlums to the pulpit.

I traded my wondering mouth, so wide
To cover a lackadaisical event, so wild,
I wish I could talk, but I say, I could not talk
Before my eyes;
“Give me some more bottles", became their hallelujah.

At a corner in the city, I saw a church on fire
Like the early spirit, I saw naked smoke, hovering in the air,
His comforter felt not at home, who shall tell the sender Lord?
Before my eyes;
An holy sanctuary turned a beer garden- a sinful gathering.

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#Church_Turned_Bar


© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).

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