This is a black country, <br />Many souls are black with the soil; <br />Their soles march the dust <br />But their hearts are even dustier. <br />There is struggling for everything; <br />In the church the pastor <br />Encourages the congregation <br />To give to the Lord cheerfully; <br />They eat the fat of the people <br />And the lean is reserved for the <br />Workers in the pews; <br />They say that to him who has <br />More is given <br />But from him who has not <br />Even the little he does is <br />Taken away - <br />By the pastors I suppose?<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-pastors/
