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Poetry

When we see again
By Njoku SaintJerry A.

When we meet in Heaven
We'll part no more
In Hell, We'll become partners
When we see again, We laugh
When we fall, We'll rise again
When we rise
Where do we go
Where do we go from hence?

In heaven, I see all the people smile
I see Chief MoneyBag go kiss Jack Poorman
I see MD go hug the wretch
MD hug the wretch that man his gate and blessed him
O'I see the clergy
I see the titled clergy of the big church search for the wretch
The wretch was a nobody, far at the rear of all church
The titled clergy stoop low and kiss the wretch
O'I see all the people in heaven
All the people in heaven smiling love, peace and unity

I didn't see a class society
Lord Jesus went to one helpless hag
The widow that came to my church the other day
We kicked her out, Me pastor ordered we do so
I see Lord Jesus go hug that wretch of a widow
She wept

When we meet in heaven
We'll part no more
You'll see the wretch

That helpless widow that came to our church the other day
and we shoved her out
O' Mr. Titled Clergy you'll see that irrelevant bum that sits at the rear
At the rear of your domed church
He got no money, he got no means
You'll see him sits on heaven's throne
You will see me in heaven O'my deacon
I worked for you, you seized my money
I hunt you, you ran to the church,
You tithed with my money
The wages of a laboring man
The sweat of pain, the pain of sin

O'Chief Bigman, you'll see those scum of your society
The scum we mock while we feed fat
Only come to church to eat bread
Damn the wretch, Poverty is sin
Damn all the poor wretch of sinners
But in heaven, you'll see us all there
You'll see us O'Rev. Prosperity
Of course we'll part no more.

When we see again
Will you laugh?
This is not a class society
Now you don't have a clique
In Hell, you'll drop low
In Heaven you won't raise a head
Among a company of the wretch, the miserly, the lowest of peoples
Those you never wish seen
You will drop low
You will see us all there O'Mr.ClassSociety
Will you laugh with me?
In pain and anguish, in joy and peace
Will you pretend to love still
This is our Heaven, our Hell.
We'll meet to part no more.

Njoku SaintJerry A. 2007