Are you not fools to dance for a nobody?
Are you not stupid to sing for he that died shamefully?
Are you not senseless to throw palm leaves for the unworthy;
Who saw himself as a preacher and fisher of poor men?
Are you not thoughtless to tag this day, CHRIST THE KING
Has he anything in politics or economics; ring or wing?
Yes we are foolish to celebrate the Hero of heroes
Who opened the door of salvation
Yes we are thoughtless to jubilate about the friend of friends and foes
Who draw wide the curtain of redemption
Yes Christ is not just The King but The Maker and Ruler of the Universe
He I lack words or signs to describe in my empty verse
You that slap your two palms for Christ
Is He really your king?
You that dance gracefully; slow and fast
In your life does he have a wing?
Can he rule your passion, will and zeal?
Can you be emptied so he will see spaces to fill?
Singing 'onye bu eze? Or who is the king'
Demands more than mere vocal manipulation
You need faith, the religious sting
That spurs the heart to interior integration
To think, speak and act for and with Christ
Till you embark, and the die cast at last
On the global mind is the tabula rasa of Christ
You can see money crowned and enthroned
'Money makes the world fancy, easy and tasty'
The tribute of money is ubiquitously drummed and droned
'You are my lover if you have money
If you're moneyless then you're baloney'
I think Christ needs not our tributes and encomiums
He needs not the lousy sound of our drums and trumpets
He needs to see our virtuous and charitable perfumes
Oozing and corrupting the world, out shadowing pests
He needs to see us not just answering His Name
But being, doing and bearing His marvelous fame