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Poetry


Nobody going to heaven
By Njoku SaintJerry A.

One day Jesus came to our church
Dressed in drabs
One day
Jesus came to our church begging bread
She was a woman, a young lady
She looked dirty and worn
She had a complain
Things gone so rough
All like deserted lady Jesus
A young lady, dirty and worn

She had a pan in the hand
Begging bread and pills
She had a sack tucked in the armpit
Lady Jesus had HIS wardrobe hid up in there
That's all she got
And she lives in there
From hand to mouth

One day lady Jesus came knocking on our gate
The gate to our heaven of a church
On a hot sunny church day
The day sinners come for worship
This is the best day we hope Jesus will come
Dressed in linen, led by a team of Whites
This is the day
A unicorn will hop into our gate of a heaven
Then we will scream All hail our King
On a hot sunny church day
The day sinners and hypocrites come for worship

My dear Shepherd has added one more laurel
He used to be a pastor
Now he is a Pope
There are so many guards now
Standing sentry
I could hardly see him only when he come to Shake the microphone
Last time he shook the microphone with vigour And curse the poor
He is right
He is high up there
He could hardly see the poor no more
There are so many guards now

How busy you've become my dear shepherd
I would have loved to share a mind with you
The guards won't let me in
They said I don't belong here
I don't church here either
Lady Jesus stood there knocking
Knocking at the gate of our heaven
With a pan in the hand
Begging for bread and pills
With her wardrobe tucked in her armpit
Begging for shelter and warmth

Now I see the guards coming
My dear Pastor Pope could hardly stand this sight
One wretch of a pauper
Standing on our pearly gate
On a hot sunny church day
We just preached how a sinner 'poverty' could be
And there she is standing by the gate of our heaven
Staining our white SUV's and Unicorns with her drabs
Spitting dirt and crying all that sorrow

Push her across the street
Beyond that corner...My sip of juice please

Honestly I watched all this happen
I speak the truth
My Shepherd had a head down with the Chief hypocrites
They discussed some church business
A glass of juice please' Hallelujah!
This is our heaven

I watched the bow-tied guards
Pushed Lady Jesus across the street
Beyond the corner
I watched the bow-tied guards
Shut our gate of heaven against Lady Jesus
On a hot sunny church day
She cried her eyes sore!
Help me brothers and sisters even if I don't belong to your church

I watched the bow-tied guards washed their hands
Washed their hands off from Lady Jesus drabs of dirt
You are blessed Pastor
That wretch is gone
Hallelujah! A glass of wine please
This is our heaven.

One day Jesus the Christ came to our heaven of a church
Dressed in drabs crying all sorrow and pain
She needs help, she needs shelter and some pills
And no one gave him a heed
And Jesus cried back home
How sinful we had flocked together to make a heaven of a hell
Our faith, our love, our claim
Jesus had come like he promised
A thief in the night

And not one man was found awake not even my clergy
And Jesus said:
Nobody is going to heaven with this attitude
This wickedness, greed and selfishness to your brothers
The Jesus you see everyday!
And he wrote-off the church of all hypocrites
The church on a hot sunny day
The day sinners and hypocrites come for worship!

SaintJerry A. 2006