WHEN RELIGIONS CAN'T MAKE A REAL REGION

We hear it, the sound of your dissonance beats
At the shrine, where your body and soul meets,
You claim to have a breach to sole soul's sorrow
Yet, your abode is doubting of seeing tomorrow,
This shame, to my entire hereabouts herbalist;
When the country ache render their herbal least.

We can see those buildings, bigger than Mecca's
But, aside piled bricks, where are your medals?
You claim to be an influence and agent of peace
Yet, your country has never for once be at ease,
This shame, to my Muslim sisters and brothers;
Whose prayers can't spring and break borders.

We knew it, you increase by each tick(s) of time
And to many souls, just an alarm is your chime,
You claim abundance is at the tip of your finger
Yet, your Jerusalem slowly dies of merry hunger,
This shame, to my breathing brethren in Christ;
That kneels can't go low for the country to rise.

This shame;
To my people that can't shine their lights
To my fellow religious souls that daily sobs,
To my herbalist, whose herb-are-least to cure
To my Imams, who can't make the country calm
To my pastors, that can't make greener pasture.

When religions can't break us this boundary
Which way, my country?

Note: This piece is never meant to ridicule any religion whatsoever, it's just a charge, that we should all stand and pray for a better Nigeria.

Cover picture sourced from Facebook.

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© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).