The Church Has Failed Africa Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

The Church Has Failed Africa,
The faith, where shadows creep,
A tale unfolds, a story deep.
Of Africa's plight, a mournful cry,
The church's role, a reason why.

Elastically bound, the verses flow,
With rhythmic beats, they ebb and grow.
A tapestry of words, intricately spun,
Unveiling truths, beneath the sun.

The church, a beacon, meant to guide,
Yet Africa's wounds, it fails to hide.
A continent's hope, now dimmed and frail,
As leaders falter, their promises fail.

Corruption's grip, a suffocating might,
Erodes the spirit, saps the light.
Preachers and pastors, in opulent guise,
While congregants in poverty's guise.

The gospel's message, twisted and torn,
Exploiting the weak, the vulnerable, forlorn.
Prosperity gospel, a false allure,
Misleading the flock, their hearts impure.

The church, divided, fragmented within,
Struggles to unite, to mend the schism.
Denominations clash, in fierce debate,
While Africa's children suffer their fate.

Oh, Africa, your beauty veiled in tears,
Your potential stifled, your dreams in arrears.
The church, called to serve, has lost its way,
Betraying the trust, leading astray.

But amidst the darkness, glimmers of hope,
Faithful souls who refuse to elope.
They labor tirelessly, with love's embrace,
To uplift the fallen, restore their grace.

In rural villages, where hope resides,
Small churches stand, with doors flung wide.
They offer solace, a refuge from strife,
A beacon of light, transforming lives.

These humble servants, with hearts sincere,
Embody the spirit, casting out fear.
They walk the path of Christ, with selfless might,
Bringing hope to Africa's darkest night.

So let us rise, with voices strong,
Demanding change, righting the wrong.
The church must heed the call, its mission true,
To serve the people, as it's meant to do.

Africa's destiny, in our hands it lies,
To rebuild, restore, and harmonize.
With faith as our guide, let's pave the way,
For a brighter future, a glorious day.