Spiritual Dust Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna
Spiritual Dust
You get fooled by the powerless unseen
In the pulpit of deception
Where the cross and altar of graft enrich politicians
and their associates in flowing robes
behind pinnacles of the cross;
where idols are revered and worshipped
but men are torn by hunger and buried in penury:
But you succumb to the powerful unseen
that tear and make mincemeat of your vibrant cells
September 3,2020
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