Deut : Religion (DUNGEON OF SALVATION)

Ajakaye :
Lord remains on the mountain,
mountain no human will cain ,
I want to know
what lingered this rising sorrow.
Sorrow of who is right,
are these mansions of worship right?

Claire:
In my pain and despair,
in remembrance of the tales told,
taking shelter at the four walls of the holy hall.
The residual place of the Almighty
but nay rejected I was
for I had no glittering price to pay.

Ajakaye :
Oh yes, they did more or evil!
Penny wise, I lost my worth in their walls,
lost aborigines in their schools.
Who teaches the supremacy of God?
Who reads the magic of the Lord?
No one, except love itself.
Love makes heaven,
go ask the garden of Eden,
you will see Lord as our chef,
understanding every plight,
not judging sin at every sight.
I will cross my legs for only love,
not these hawking beggars
in clothing of dove.
Neither are they messengers nor helpers.
They are anarchy wishers.

Claire:
Walked in like the ghost,
told in by mothers,
as not noticeable even by the walls.
Angelic voices becoming towers for gossip,
architects of rebellion,
my pain doubled
as they ushered my despair.
What a tale I shall tell!

Ajakaye :
Penuries behind the scenes,
after having the sweetest voice .
Painters of the golden rule,
murderers of the promise land,
reading the riot act to mortals of huts.
Yes, chronicling this tale
because I see no waters but dry wind,
dusty wind in their gang aft agley.

Claire:
Sound the gong,
blow that trumpet,
harvest of corruption
where is thy seed sown.
Vessels of oils,
entitlement to the winning souls,
of many fears I had seen.
Holy place of salvation turns dungeon.

Ajakaye :
Appreciate the Revenge of Esu,
fires of Sango,
waters of Osun,
messages of Obatala,
peace and clothings of Oduduwa.
Plain messengers of God, I salute you in flesh and spirit,
not the dungeons of salvation
at every corner of the streets.

Claire:
In infant I appreciate the sight of the institution,
taught me discipline and all other virtues,
baptised by fire and water,
In it I once got my strength,
walked through those walls
to a clearer vision wealthy baptism.
What shall I say to the foetus?

Ajakaye :
Say to the foetus?
Dawn your leg on a patient stool,
cross your mind and feed them the evils of rebellion,
rebellion of religion.
Baptise them with the plain gods from God,
live a life of love free from religion.

Claire :
Oh yeah!!
Our religious thief shall voice out no more,
we shall collapse the vices in the institution,
we shall have one voice as we bow,
and one sound as we clap.
The three pointed stars shall be our motto,
faith, hope and love.

Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo

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Adaghe Deborah Claire.