i saw an eclipse

Way before the day, people anticipated;
Even in this day and age, there were rumours.
What will happen, those few minutes?
Is it the end? The silence in people’s heart.
A massive educational campaign, unveiled;
Fit for an “Information Era”, reasons, effects.
Then emerged the entrepreneurs,
Good or bad, money had to be made,
In a globalised economy, consumerism reigns.
Souvenirs and artefacts manufactured;
Like hot cakes on market day, it sold.
Then came the day, I marvelled;
And darkness enveloped the morning,
A David defeats Goliath replay,
The moon eclipsed the sun in the day,
Not even the atrocities of human brutalities;
Or a government decreed curfew,
Could not have achieved such calm,
Quietness roared and stillness danced a waltz.
A stop work sign post, erected in ants territory,
Productivity and creativity slowed to a halt;
Truth and forgiveness filled the hearts of men.
God is wonderful, our Creator is alive;
He got us all attentive and sharp eared.
The wows echoed in the hearts of men–
The good, the bad and the evil;
In those few minutes, prayers and promises,
To God, to self and to others we made–
A start, a new beginning, resolutions penned,

An eclipse, I long for one each moment.

religion is sick

O Religion, you are very sick!
Filled to the brim with deceit and greed.
You lend yourself, the umbilical cord,
For the poor, the frustrated and the ailing.
Aren’t we all under the weather?

An invisible entrepreneur, you are;
In the howling storm, you offer relief,
Intangible products, displayed on your shelves,
At prices that leaves our pockets empty,
And yours full, it’s your little secret.

You are in bed with politicians!
The very virus causing our ailment?
Irony is a shaggy dog story,
No wonder, your profits are not taxed.
A charity? The richest industry, I say.

You make more money in a day,
Then weekly transactions on the stock market.
Through sermonization of prosperity;
Your congregation question not your objectives,
For fear of offending God.

You shout your goodness from the roof tops;
Materialism and consumerism has replaced your love,
Respect amongst men do you seek and ask for.
Compassion has lost its place in your heart,
Dining and wining amidst the suffering of the feeble?

The old way of worship is no longer fitting,
Tis the season when we enjoy the fruits;
Of our fathers’ labour, your homily delivered.
Give, believe and you will receive;
Truth twisted to outfit a selfish generation.

O Religion! A miracle we implore for thee;
You no longer trod the long narrow road,
Because you are so fat, partially blind and lame.
Your celebrity status is costumed by arrogance,
You have found solace on earth.

O Religion, in your affliction, you forgot;
The very canon you have preached for centuries,
Tis miracles you demand from Onyankopon-
How sick you are, testing the Lord God?
Implore His mercy, and turn away from your sins.