You mesmerize us with talks of greener pastures,
Gold paved streets and treasure-filled mansions,
In a place, beyond the skies above us,
But you own a Lexus and a Rolls-Royce phantom.
Your daughter just turned 18, so you bought her a rav4,
Yet 3 square meals most of your members can’t afford.
It seems this gospel is not for the poor.
You heart is not as white as the cassock
It bears the cries of the young boys you defiled through the back door,
Now the holy communion tastes sour,
And the scent from the incense, is without a sweet-smelling savour.
You have become a whore to earth’s vanity,
There is no difference between you and the celebrity,
Because you go about pimping for prosperity,
Television and radio coverages boost your popularity.
But you have yielded to demons to hide your insecurity,
You are antithetical to divine authority.
Just last Friday after jumat,
You made statements to incite your members
Kill the infidels, you chant
Dipping the Koran into the Atlantic is all that matters
You say westernization corrupts,
Yet children are graduates of Harvard and Oxford.
Your power comes not from your spiritual authority
But from your people’s ignorance and mental poverty.
A demi-god leading demi-dogs,
On a cause that every one must accept by the sword.
Like you have a personal vendetta to redeem our ‘lost’ souls