Church, People, Prayers

prays the tycoon for his son's marriage

for business' sake to rise from wreckage.

oh goes church kid, sunk in image

of pornography, spreads holy fogs' scent.

masks of Gog smell it as branded whisky.

kid John wishes to be a great politician

whilst eating crackers, chewing gums.

i see Francis gloating at chic lady

hither church doors, teens luring the old.

drug-lord public servant prays for his life

chased by mafia's ultimatum, knife.

amid priest's preaching, build the

 civilian and lieutenant a blithe plot.

your mother kneels before One God,

wants to know who's your true father.

there, other churches rise, up heating

war of faiths and religious debates.

as choir sings "hymn of Alleluia"

music of James' colt forty-five shouts

"bang, bang, bang!" his sister-Mary's death,

justified. dies the lustful hermit

folly Wendy says:

all in unison.

you rest in your mother's womb

praying for a better world as ground

lambent shakes, dancing wicked in pain.