Pastor Kingsley speaks inaudible rubbish.
When babies at a year learn their speaking.
Those things they say without a meaning.
And he says,with God The Almighty.
He's communicating.

Pastor Kingsley pours oil on the flock.
Preaches the sermon and sweats blood.
His fearsome voice booms and echoes round the hall.
He says he's in a fight of the strong.
With evil demons.

So Pastor Kingsley said one day.
No matter how much good you do or say.
If you pay not your tithes as you should pay.
With God,you aren't worth as much as clay.
And you'll have no way.
On Judgment Day

Pastor Kingsley last night was caught.
In the town hottest club.
Partying hard,devouring alcohol.
Dancing to the disco,on and on.
Pastor Kingsley,man of God.

Lekan Adedokun
2014

A notorious idea for a poem. This isn't directed at anybody in particular but at the state of the ordinary man-man of god relationships in this country.