At times I wonder why some Preachers
Stand on altars of fake sanctuaries
Performing miracles extorting masses
Aside religion, the politicians slit us
Dripping on golds, traders fool us
And we sort for solace in addictions.
Stripped by our faith, we apostatize
Witches we hung; yet our practice
Are worst; embracing witchcraft.
On shady soils of the trick or treat
We are hypnotized by trick cyclist
Who plays us by our dire needs…
Serving God by every which means
At times I wonder if good and bad;
In fear of things, we live in dreams.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 