THE WHOLLY CHURCH

Evil Vs Holiness: A reflection of hypocrisy

The Wholly Church

I hungrily walk into the holy house

I see heavy cars creep in parking spaces

I see my dearest missing rib lead praises

The man that seduces her at her side

I see the man of God perusing his guide

Searching what it says about giving

I hear him boom in holistic conviction

 I drop my miserable coin in the basket

I see the righteous ones waving notes

I see my daughter in a prostitute’s gown

They stare at her behind like they do heaven

I keep seeing strange things in this place

I see the man we picked drunk with alcohol

Neatly masked in the usher’s attire

All I want is a smile and a laugh

But for the tears that well my eyes

Really! The wholly church!

By Sammy Nakitare