It’s a new Sunday

And all are up, most do pray

The church laughs, cries and bleeds

For the visitors it is yet to receive


The first classes are those with God in hearts

They come subdued, dressed like parcels

That will take years of hundred to unwrap

Their faces spelling doom

Because their flowers see no sun to bloom

A worship song makes them gloom

As they cry to touch


The second classes

Go with needed glasses

Even their class is also in classes

There are men of passions

Who enter the church to get bed actions

There are women of needs

Who enter to possess

There are women of testing

Who aim to twist the  minds of the preachers

And the choirmasters, who dreads the tension

Between their ploughers

Funny, how they all call on God

And pretentiously hate on Satan


There are the show givers

Who enter the mouth of the church

To feed its hall with jealousy

An expensive watch

A trouser to watch

A shirt to love

And the list goes on

What is with the huge offering?

Then the females show

Dressed like peacocks

Fanning themselves like worms wallowing in defecation

Stepping like beings with no asses

Teasing Togo dressers

Hurting ghetto livers with their countenance of bliss

Funny how they all call on God

And pretentiously hate on Satan


All these people

Overshadow the church’s needs

Those it needs to see

Are never seen

As its head is filled with showmanship

Of the absurd kind

Church, you’ve suffered

Hoarding many prostitutes

Seeing many gamblers

With stooged hands of needs clapping incessantly

As jealous mouths show white and yellow

Sometimes green chairs in hopes of impressing

Those intended to have some golden seats

And mostly the unritualled churches stand dilapidated

With its stomach painfully evaded

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

6 replies on “SCARED CHURCHES”

That’s the problem with “Church” today. It has become a big social gathering instead of the House of God. Most are propelled by greed. Offerings for everything. None of this money seems to go back into the community rather it goes into the preachers hands so he can buy expensive cars and fancy clothes. They get into the pulpit having the nerve to throw stones at people who might have different sexual orientations but many ministers are committing adultery and sleeping with the women in the church. Also the women are like strutting peacocks trying to get the Pastor’s, Bishops or Elders eye so they can be the next “First Lady!!” Who are these men to call out God’s creation as sinners. Who made them judge, jury and executioner? Nobody has the right to cosign another person to hell. Jesus accepts all people. There is no hate in God. No wonder church attendance is falling down. Those with open eyes see the hypocrites and go the other way.

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