SOLDIERS OF THE CREED

                     

Soldiers of the Creed

At the gate of the house of mercy

We stand, with our faith in our left hand and our whip in our right

Drawn for offenders.

Our faces long with with fierceness

Our salutation  like the  roaring a lion.

We bear the features of a good soldier.

We pounce on the vulnerable

And trash trespassers 

With the role-rod 

That knows no love

Because we fear for the creed.

We are clad in goodly apparel

We bear the light for the world to see

Illusive rays of the creed.

We jump from pillar to post

Sacrificing ourselves like bondmen 

All these for the creed

Our piety like the monks

Visible to every church rat

Heavy in the eyes of the merciful

But weightless on the pan of the creed.

We've gotten the first, second,and third degrees

We are professionals,

Well learned that we measure our ways,

We are good custodians of this creed

'Cos We've gotten its password.

© Daramola Ebenezer 2017.