So God ansa, “Bikos of di wiked tins wey dem don do to pipol wey nor get help and di pains wey poor pipol dey face, I go do sometin; I go fight for dem, bikos na so dem wont make I do since.”
“Dia tit bi like swod and dia mout sharp like knife. Dem dey distroy poor pipol komot from dis eart and pipol wey nor get food to chop, dem dey kill dem trowey.
Some of una dey kill pipol, bikos of money. Some dey put intrest for di money wey dem borrow dia kountry man and dem dey get plenty gain thru dat one. Dem don forget mi.” Dis na wetin God wey get pawa tok.
Una sin and all di bad-bad tins wey una do, I know as dem bad rish. Una ponish good pipol; dey take bribe and nor allow poor pipol get korrect judgement for kourt.
Wen dem wont pesin land, dem go dey find how dem go take seize am and wen dem wont pesin house too, dem dey take am by force. Dem dey opress, shit and take pipol propaty.
“But e go bad for una wey dey tish di law and una Farisee pipol, una wey dey pritend! Una klose door make pipol nor for fit enter God Kingdom! Unasef nor won enter and una nor won make odas enter.