Permanent And Casuals Poem by Charles Karia

In the house of tradition he is permanent,
Selected leaves he dips in blood of a goat,
Pouring libations of infernal communion,
To connect demons disguised like dead kin.

In the house Jesus he is a casual worker,
A deceived casualty though an leader,
On Sunday he is loudly praising Jesus,
But on Saturdays he pours blood of lambs.

He is but keeping real saints company,
Deceived that he is on celestial journey,
Unless there is a genuine turn around
He will wake up in a very hot void.