Ujamaa Christian Poetry
The Things I See
Gaze through my eyes
And you will see
That things ain't always as they should be.
Notice that Sunday preacher,
With his back-turned collar,
Tuning up for a real loud holler.
"Ain't the Lord alright?" is his favorite phrase.
Later he's flirtin with the voluptuous Ms. Mays.
See that Deacon,
Been in church all his life,
It's a shame he can't stop beatin his wife.
Peep the teenaged boy,
Been raised like he should,
But the truth is, he just ain't no good.
He prays the loveliest prayers in Sunday school,
come nightfall he'll sling dope at an attempt to be kool.
Observe that college girl,
Book smart and pretty just the same,
Come June she'll have a child
Under her maiden name.
Look at that old mother,
Her name is Widow Dunkin.
She's seventy-six years old
and her heart's still pumpin,
Her selective ailments,
flare up when church doors open,
yet, she can go to the casino
to toss a chip or a token.
The things I see
Come as quite a surprise,
All these good folks
Contributing to the world's demise.
Written by Dorothy Riggs McCall
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