In our Synagogue furnished with mullion & gable
Quest of a fugitive love eroded Gullible sheep’s
As holy water(Salvation) ran mournfully murmuring by,
I wept in its waters for sympathy
Gullible Sheep searched for an eddy that suited the deed
Altar fornicated for a parcel of cowries
And posed in pretext fashion of beguile
Innocent souls of the wimps
They gazed on crowd with panniers & paints
And ensnared their psyche in vile wile
Integrity touted on the name of holy water
Penitents’ dresses are now seal-skin
As odour of Sanctity’s robbed in sable
Not a jest or humorous story
Will I ever tell before you, gullible Sheep
To be chidden for explaining,
When you quite mistake the meaning.
But the the centre is an alter of judgment
Where we’ll account for our deeds.
