I Was Lied To Poem by Job Ombati

Of heaven and heavenly bliss.
Blinding lights.
Better.
Of full clad seraphs and cherubs.
Far off the shore.
But was cotton wight!

To dine at Abraham's chest.
A taste of food now,
I was told,
Was pure debauchery!
Worldly, the least.

To eat was sin.
Gross, beggarly.
For fall'n flesh.
Not for heavenly heaven express.
Ours was in heaven.
The heavenly bread.
And our names?
In book of life.
And bishop's book of tithes!

It's alright.
I lie here lied to.
With my six children.
And my wife.
And Jemo.
And his two children.
And the air hostess.
She left Air X mid flight.
Plots were bought.
But without air.
To seller they revert,
The heavenly honey and milk vendor.

It's alright.
That too late you came.
The finger was pointed,
But elsewhere.
Liable?
At the fat pastor.
Or his 'baby faced' wife
Or his all four kids,
All school at The Elite Ukunda School.

Who?
Liable?
Not at all!
Defiantly,
None he forced!
And matters heavenly, can't be earthly prosecuted.
Food...?
He must eat.
Though incarcerated.
His virtuous right it is!

What?
What of his wifes and five children?
Why are they all fat?
Is it sin?
What about his car?
Which one?
What!
What about him?
Want to know?
Jesus too for 40 days fasted!
Ever seen him famished?