Sunday Morning

Sunday morning
Cries of hipocritic
Pastors awaken me
They disturb my sleep,
I can't get the weekend rest
With these Churches
All over the streets.
Practice as you preach
You can't fool me,
Tell that to the fools
Who come to listen to
fools like you.
Salvation is in Christ
I know where to find him
He lives right in my heart.
And my uprightness keeps
him there.
Religion is love,
Love for humanity,
And for God our maker,
Practice it in your heart,
Not in your mouth,
And don't disturb my quietness,
It is my religion.

poem by Efe Benjamin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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