"Its Time For Offering!"(Poem)

[Chidi Anthony Opara, FIIM, CDOA]

By Chidi Anthony Opara 

The cream,

The dregs

Of our society,

Congregants

In the arena of miracles.

They congregate

To listen

To the sweet tales

Of smooth talking "men of God",

Merchants of miracles.

To their tales of miracles.

Music ooze

From the gadgets invented

By those labeled "sons of Satan".

The congregants,

Some transported to heaven

Though still rooted on earth

Move their lips

To the rhythms and rhymes

Of the music they call heavenly,

Others wriggle to the beats.

The rest roll on the floor

Mimicking monsters,

Miracles!

"Its time for offering!"

The miracle merchant announce.

From the tiny pockets of the dregs,

From the large pockets of the cream,

Wads of currency 

Drop into the offering bowels,

The miracle merchant smiles.

(Poem presented as social service, all rights reserved)

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Chidi Anthony Opara is a Poet, Professional Fellow of Institute Of Information Management Africa, MIT Chief Data Officer Ambassador, Registered Freight Forwarder and Editorial Adviser at News Updates.

More about him here: https://independent.academia.edu/ChidiAnthonyOpara

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Move their lips and their hips