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The Cathedral
The cathedral stands there
On that spot
Like an invincible giant
Built with the sweat
Of many fleeced sheep;
Built on the day
The mighty Iroko
Was hewn down by the Whiteman
The fountain on its pulpit
Had been pouring out
A million and one secret sermons
Musical but unending.
Pouring out forever.
My people flock in
To meet him: the ‘Man of God’
Every Sunday to confess their sins
And celebrate Mass.
They eat the communion
And bathe in holy water.
After, they return home
To live life like
In the days of the great Iroko.
On that spot
Like an invincible giant
Built with the sweat
Of many fleeced sheep;
Built on the day
The mighty Iroko
Was hewn down by the Whiteman
The fountain on its pulpit
Had been pouring out
A million and one secret sermons
Musical but unending.
Pouring out forever.
My people flock in
To meet him: the ‘Man of God’
Every Sunday to confess their sins
And celebrate Mass.
They eat the communion
And bathe in holy water.
After, they return home
To live life like
In the days of the great Iroko.
Published 27th Oct 2010
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