Those trained and taught to occupy,
Who do they try to really stupefy?
Standing on high hills of fame and power,
Evil has so many, the goodness has one hour,
So go deliver to Christians, Christianity latest,
It will revive them, put alcohol in the brains fattest,
Never through another felt I ever felt this joy,
Among caravans, we travel with our own convoy,
A pen is not a writer, our fingers sketch,
What tells us what to think and what to fetch?
Truly, Church has many reasons to celebrate,
This is a modern age, words try to calibrate,
Better write it down on air, so wind may wash away,
All have their own voice, every voice has a say.