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Altar Your Mask
JN (02-05-66 / Nigeria-West Africa)

Altar Your Mask

Poem By Johnson Nwaubani

Like a mediator, I saw the zealots paying homage to Jesus
In the due of my sensational genuflection i leaned
On the altar of worship.
Classy mask of pure gold covered many faces
Frankincense of arrogance, and cultural bigotry
Suaved the atmosphere.
At the door of true humility, bundles of myrrh were laid
For facial burial of all who fails to accept
That self- imposed Jesus- favorites
Move in circles of flattery.
Territorial sounds of the refined
Echoed towards heaven, with steams of gifts, and talents
Rushing to draw down heavenly applause
But what did i see coming down
Tear drops from the eyes of Jesus
As he slowly uttered
'If you believe i died for all
Then, altar your mask'.

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