In my drunken state
Right from Wa cucu’s den
I bumped right into a crusade
Of the dear brethren
They had been camping for a week
The message being to bring more back to the sheepfold.
In my drunken state
Shouting here and there with reckless abandon,
Not sure am ready to give anyone any peace,
Confused about these messages of a prince of peace
A reconciler
Yet I have been looking for something to satisfy my soul.
Something apart from my dear bottle.
This is only misery to me.
In my drunken state
I wonder if I stand a chance
A chance to know something more,
Find a deeper meaning,
And in this state
I decide to join my dear ‘brethren’.
‘Dear brethren
We are gathered here
For our lost brothers and sisters
And I walk deep into the crowd,
Mumbling something I do not understand
But the dear brethren walk away from me
Avoiding me like plague
As if I am some kind of spirit
Who carries along the multiplier effect?
Ironical teachings
Is this really what Jesus came down to teach?
