THIS MALTREATMENT Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI
Laughing in dark minds
Such smiles that floats
Talking love but full of hate
Wants respect but disrespects
Murderers relishing their lives
It feels like hypocrisy or so
Tell me, I don't know please
While in the best mansions
Mansions called cathedrals
In the best of apparels
Garments of cost and worth
The luxuries of priests and laity
No one bothers, no one worries
With sweet winds of sorts
Claps, timbrels, strings and drums
Water and oils in their hands
They visit others with violence
Worshippers of African manner
They're the others and victims
Turning themselves to lords
They judge all else evil and ill
Them alone are good and none
People of the cathedrals
African brethren who prides not
Humility is a part of their rituals
Under trees and decors of shrines
Humbly dressed, lowly bending
Undying faith in worship, honour
Praying good and for all
Never saying ill on the cathedral
From the cathedrals they come
With all intents to desecrate
Falling down the shrines
Burning down sacred tools
They live cosy and in peace
But shrines unknown are enemies
They must kill and destroy it
Where is peace, where is love?
Is this how they must worship?
The gODS of the church
Why this hate and violation?
When shall it stop or end?
When shall Africa gain justice?
Justice from this maltreatment.
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