WHERE T.B. JOSHUA HAS STUMBLED

Prophet T.B. Joshua is in trouble

But he doesn`t appear to know it

The death toll from his collapsed building is rising

But he has not apologized in the right sense of the word

Or been see shedding tears

He blames it all on a fly-by plane

Which he says hovered over the building

He also says in thirty years he has been in the vicinity

No building has collapsed

So he calls each fallen worshipper a martyr.

Even so, what we see is the rubble

And the numerous candles aggrieved families have lit

We also hear relatives` drowning voices ringing

But while the dead are buried, Joshua behaves like a lord

Everywhere, the bereaved carry loads of unalloyed fears

When T.B. Joshua finally decides to move the crane

He must also come out of hiding

Surely he can`t dig his head in the sand to infinity

Because whether he likes it or not, he looks too relaxed

We want him to join those traveling through Blantyre.