On belief

before you read further, you must know this truth;
i am nothing, disciple to nobody
my thoughts are corrupt and my words are uncouth.

there’s a god in paradise who isn’t shoddy
clothed in white glory, and singing cherubs
playing from dusk till dawn with soul and body.

read over again, might be your only stubs
salvation is free for he who knows to seek
the essence of the truth and not harvest shrubs.

most people are not beyond what’s in their clique
but go about spreading a good news they are
not sure would allow them live the truth or speak.

when you come inside here, leave the door ajar
the temple is open to all with a scar.

Victor Oyedele