A True Christian Poem by Kyrl Karanja

If only my head was a spring of water
And my eyes a fountain of tears
I'd cry so loud never to stop
Not until when they all hear me
Circumcised only in the flesh and not in the heart
Their tongues are professional bows
Like arrows, they continually shoot lies
Not by the truth that they triumph
To them, the truth is just a cow's lows
Deceiving those who regard them as friends
Their tongues to lie they have taught
Speaking cordially with their friends
But in their hearts, they curse them
They continually do God's work for Him
Forgetting that it's for Him alone to avenge
Is God blind that he won't punish them?
For them, death is slowly coming
Unless they carefully recheck their ways
Heaven in Viusasa they will see.