I went to drink from the church fountain
Built like a citadel on top of a mountain
Sorrounded by gardens of flower beds
A beauty that would soon turn to dread
For once my eyes were briefly opened
I saw tombstones where lay the dead
The priests wore hooded black gowns
Chanting spells round the graves like clowns
Binding their followers in invisible chains
Trading their hopes and dreams for pain
Just because they stand something to gain
Sometimes moments happen to last a lifetime
Sometimes a lifetime happens in a moment
I guess this is the curse of one called Ken
These demons live rent free in my pen
Graves are rife underneath their gardens
The monsters have now become men.

KJ ✍🏾📖🇰🇪