The Hammer Comes Down!

Pastors…I've listened and listened to their spew
As I sat their, dosing, in my padded pew
On and on, their voice rings out for hours
Preaching the word from their high tower.

Louder and louder they seem to become
Do they think our deaf ears do not succumb
To noise loud enough to wake those dead?
Shouting, preaching, going through my head.

Fire and brimstone has become their speil
To the congregation, his words they feel,
Arousing some sleepers, annoying others
In the congregation of sinners and brothers.

Occasionally his fist beats down on the wood
I jumped from my pew, now I've understood
Just why he makes that loud hammered noise
To wake the sleepers in God's house poised!