Bread seeking stomachs, Half conmen, half charlatans, Gluttonous holes in round faces They are the gods of men;
Monarchs in the temple of deception, Riding on the backs of simpletons, Rasing the dead from the living, Tormenting treasuries out of empty purses;
Jerry curled hair and fancy suits, Luxury boats and four wheeled drives, Mansions in reserved areas, Super jets customised for tireless pleasure;
They ***** false altars, Imprison the weak, And confound wisdom, With diabolical manipulation;
Many generations fettered, By spiritual delusions, Will take many more, To free the much incarcerated.
Many Nigerians worship men of god that coerce them into parting with meagre living. They have built empires on the backs of the hopeless many. When questions are raised, they shut it down by promising hell fire. But many thinkers are challenging these general overseers, 'daddies and mummies in the lord' that continue to pray on to the gullibility of people abandoned to their fate. SAD