The Money-Changers

 

This was one of my favorite poems from East African writers in the 20th Century.

 

THE MONEY – CHANGERS

By Richard S. Mabala

 

Dreamed my way into Church

Church built of coloured paper

On silver-coated foundations

Normal unintelligeble rumble

Of muttered prayers

Barely audible above

The rustle of notes

And the clink of coins

Strange prayer indeed!

 

Our Father who art in – CLINK –

Hallowed be thy – CLINK –

Thy -CLINK – come

Thy will be – CLINK –

On earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily – CLINK –

And forgive us our CLINK –

As we – CLINK – them that trespass against us

And lead us – CLINK – into -CLINK –

But – CLINK CLINK CLINK – evil

A – CLINK – .

 

It was really a magnificent sight

Enough to inspire the most hardened sinner

But I couldn’t help trembling

And looking over my shoulder

Wondering

When

We would be driven out

With a whip.

 

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