[Appeared in the Malawi News of 1 September 2012]
Oh, dear God Almighty,
Oh, dear God Almighty,
We seem to
have celebrated too soon
Your opportune
coming on the scene
When you
booted out that simmering sin
That spat profanity
like Herod of old
And ended up
gobbled by livid worms
For the
blasphemous sadism flames
Seem to be sadly
slowly crawling back:
Disturbing,
consuming, stabbing flames
Wounding our
fabric, mind and heart
The gold you
wanted, God, is at all not
As these
songs and dances churn out.
It is a distorted
picture, not the clean one
As you wanted
it all to be in play when
You arbitrated
in our case, for our course
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