Human Poem: The king-god

When you make yourself a mini-god just because you have the opportunity to suppress others, just remember that there is judgement day.

This poem is not to sadden your heart or mindset but to bring to bear man injustice to his fellow man.

Blood flows, pain wrinkled

The Guyama tragedy is looping

Ours the Most Hon. Rev. Dr. King is in town

To unleash the horror that was the Guyama experience.

See a branded gospel of enslavement

Preached on the altar of deceit

To bind the brain of helpless worshippers

Whose journey to heaven are made-believe

On conjured sermons preached from the pit of hell.

He is their king, a mini-god

Whose words are fury flames

Worship they gave to him

In obedience you must bow

Flogging you must adhered to in disobedience

Sexual orgies, traded in exchange for holiness

Bunch of bullies are their lord’s army.

Oh! What is this befalling the body of Christ?

Surely, it is written in the Holy Book

Judgement would begin from the Church.