Read the writings on your pulpits
Open your praying eyes people
Behold brains are conning hearts
By the writings in the holy book
Evangelically dressed in cassocks
Rouges kneel upon your hassocks
Silently establishing their mints in you
Unaware of the ire of their falsehood
Nightly they draft their sugar-coated con plans
Choreographing lies in the name of the lord
Endearing themselves to people’s pockets
Ransoms they demand for spiritual kidnap
Every Sunday they drive to church
Vehicled in extravagant car models
Angelic postures they know to fake
Never putting their big bibles down
Greed dwells in their perceived creed
Enhanced by their thirst for money
Like that of our politicians in Bunge
Ideal scriptures they quote emphatically
Congregations to remotely mislead
As daily they thrive into affluence
Leaving their sheep in a comical penury
Gone are those Mosaic and Job’s days
When Angels were angels and Devils devils
Religion is now a vehicle to riches
Boarded at the terminus of vanity
Soon churches will list at our bourses
