Out of The Fiery Furnace

A story is told of the three Hebrew exiles, in a city far away,
Under a barbarian king who ruled over a certain city in Asia,
A king whose claws grew tougher surpassing the domestic Bombay,
Commanding a country in the suburbs of Northern Assyria,

Daddy, I Wanna Be Like You

Father would narrate his life story as we crossed our tiny legs near the fire place,
How our grandpa passed away and there was no one left to cater for his family,
The first born, aunt Mukulu got married when poverty stroke our papi’s house,
Grandma, still shocked she turned to idolize the ancient mountain gods,

The Plank In Your Eye

Human beings are the most judgemental mammals the earth has ever seen,
They will comfortably walk around with a wooden plank hanging on their red eyes,
But they will still have the audacity to point fingures at your little sweet daughter christine,
But when she was fighting depression sometimes back, everyone gave excuses, all lengthy lies!

The Pulpit Scavengers

Hiding behind shallow learnedness of the scriptures,
They prolong divine hours through loud praise music,
New members still wandering around wondering,
They get pinned to the walls, to produce member-ship fee,

Son of a Tycoon

My father is the richest man in the world,
How proud i am to be called son of the northern mogul,
Everyone wants to taste the cookies of my domicile,
Generosity is my dad’s favourite word, so the gates are open,