Mercenary missionaries
Pontificating on pulpits
With putrid beef
Stuck in their throats
Like snake
Stuck in the throat of another.
Their forked tongues
Manage to speak varied tales
Of “thus saith the Lord”.
Pockets of their missionary robes
Are laden with twisted truths
As they scramble
To choreograph the hypnotized.
Opium of their choir
Induce mass hysteria
And make-believe,
Promising the zealous
Paradise hereafter.
They minister to monarchs
In dingy palaces,
They dwell
In false piety
In paradise here.

By Chidi Anthony Opara
(From author's Facebook page)

I like your poem.You manage to capture the present day pratices of some religious men quite nicely
The part like snake should read ''like snakes''
Keep up the good work!