Our life's like shrubs
with fibrous root draws'
living from many beliefs...
Our doctrines are naked weapons
worn on our very self..
The law like cultural attires
displayed by a non-native,
though charmed by the attires
but disobedient to guidelines....
When you probe us
we sum our defend from hearsay
and our sole witness from our
perspective...
when you prove us wrong,
we anchor our shame
on religion...
(those fake stories from Hades..)
We live both "with
the law" and "against the laws",
and as such, guilty of all..
we condemn dual creatures
on "trousers"
Yet practice mix cropping,
of cucumber and groundnut
yam and melon...
We are faithful in tithing
Yet refuse the poor
crumbs afterwards..
Tonguing ends with "Karima Santa"
yets say "the rest are blabbing..."
So we live hindered
by the shades of religion
that even the good fruits
bore, become meaningless...
who made us
a judge over them??
While we bind
ourselves after being freed..
Who made us
a ruler over them??
When their excellence
suppasses ours'..
When we meet
the Master someday..
He'll ask to know "who placed
this yokes on our shoulder?"
Then our response will be
"Maybe your interpreters
refused us a balanced meal..."
Or, "that we read thy book
with a shade"...
A shade of religion
