AYINBIRE ALEBNA BLESSMOND – Salvation For Sale
Salvation for Sale
The masses grope for promise of salvation.
So I nominate myself to their service
Never shall I waste years
While others crawl from dark holes
To bask in limelight
And live mendicants
On the alms of the lost sheep.
For God no longer employ his servants,
The vacancy is open
For thou that have a business plan
And bargaining chips.
So I shall pay touts
To fish me men,
Prelude my service with a celeb’s hook
So as to beguile their flock.
And have the populace hail
And accord me honorary titles
And even politicians and celebrities,
Grovelling at my feet.
Some shall have at their throats, my silhouettes
My stickers defacing their vehicles
And many others professing
My handshake stirs their souls
The world shall be blind to my fallibility
The inane words I rattle
Heal up their ills.
Brethren, here comes your salvation-broker
Make not your hearts, but purses ready.
AYINBIRE ALEBNA BLESSMOND