Written by: Victor P.
-perspective of the aware rebuker, correcter
“Some See It This Way”
I sit within these walls,
Deaf to your altar calls,
Another service, the same,
Is this just another game?
Preacher, why are you really here?
State your reasons loud and clear.
You think your methods are efficient,
Your message is sweet but deficient.
You miss the point as you stand there again,
Week after week you’ll push the sick away.
How many to your hopeless words sway?
How many dare point out your hollow gain?
Your message is dry,
How hard do you try?
Now what are you selling?
What story are you telling?
What do the numbers mean to you?
These poor souls how do you view?
You turn the solemn in light and say:
We revise our words for a new day.
Place your crown at your feet,
This is where you admit defeat,
Turn your smile upside down now,
You did what you ought not allow.
Entertain them with your stories,
Later you’ll be saying sorries.
Fruits of your labor begin to rot,
Now this life you just want not.