There he sat cold cruel eyes surveying
the large group of women
who were mesmerized by his presence
absorbing every single word
head of a cult where he was their god
ruling them with an iron rod!
The family he liked to call his followers
lived in a fortified compound
his kingdom where he had total control
quoting from his written bible
and the original with his interpretation
for the religion of his creation!
Filled their minds with doomsday warnings
a fort with arms and provisions
each female was classed as his concubine
morality was set at his limits
as more young were drawn into this cult
only him did they all exalt!
Families at a loss on what could be done
unable to make any contact
even though their children did not listen
their thoughts under his control
encapsulated within this perilous society
that was of dubious piety!
The dangers clear but somehow proceeded
nothing good everybody knew
would come of a narrow-minded philosophy
based in a country just staying
for the moment within its legal borderline
becoming harder to define!
Warnings signs were clearly visible to see
but ignored only death can I foresee!
The Foureyed Poet.