THE POOR CHURCH BELL

The radios blasts happy God’s songs

The folded clothes cry iron long

Discarded Bibles now belong

Some high heels will sing sensual songs

To get to hearts of the many strongs

Still, the church’s bell rings, digi digi digi digi dong!

II

I know heart clothes many will wear

Those needing good husbands to stare

Those needing poverty to clear

Those needing sicknesses to stay clear

Those needing goodness trait to come to bare

Those who need relationship repairs

Those who are starers to gossip stir

Still, the church’s bell rings, digi digi digi digi dong!

III

Like the boss of God

Many go to show they can afford

A few do go because they are bored

Some do go to sell the hoards

A few do go to feel God’s rod

And a few more to hear God’s word

Still, the church’s bell rings, digi digi digi digi dong!

IV

For those who go to correct words

Your pens are no God’s wordly swords

Murderers of saints

Do wish to cleansy angels acquaint

Need I say more?

Still, the church’s bell rings, digi digi digi digi dong!