What do You not see at your worship?
Fancy clothes hiding tempts
Who boldly stand as vying angels
With mischief in wallets of their hearts
II
What do You not see at your worship?
Skillful and hungry pythons
Acting like prophets bitten by the famous holy ghost
Of course, how else can they get the unsuspectings to swallow?
III
What do you not see at your worship?
Screaming snakes
With tongues spewing carefully made ink
Faking words from Your unknown bed chambers
IV
What do You not see in Your high seat?
Watchful and shameless cats
Who manage to guard meaty coffers
Wearing darkness of paws
To feed fat from Your frying pot
V
What do You not see at Your worship?
Insatiable hunters who act like game
Wearing masks of sheep
Baaaa-baaaring festive lovers
Into caves fit for their bullets
VI
What do You not hear at Your worship?
Unmatched symphonies of needs
Battling themselves
Like die hard warriors
On deadly battlefields
VII
How do You feel at Your worship?
As You watch fowls target corns
As hawks target the fowls
When eagles have already targeted hawks
Seeing the arrows in gauge for eagles?
VIII
I wish to wear an eye
To put on Your ear piece
To stand at Your viewpoint
Just for few seconds
To see the plot of your worldly script
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) September 18, 2016
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