Religious Crisis In Nigeria Poem by Miracle Asuquo

Our nation is sick
with the venomous stink of religion
Its strength decays
as deceit dilutes it foundation
once fierce -full but now emaciated
as we choose blades over gods

Our ears are full of branded lies
Dripping from religious temples
We drink of the cup of violence and hatred
O, preys of hypocritical religiosity

We preach love yet share bullets
Our lips comforts yet our heart strangles
As the gongs of agony infects the air
The drums of death beats in our streets
we dance to pricks of pain

Divided we stand
the innocent tales of lies told
As selfishness clothes in dazzling apparel of doctrines
nationalism contends with spiritism
Whose prayer would be answered first?