The Cult!

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.

 

 

 

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Longingly!

He could never understand why he stared

longingly at the night sky

making him desperately forlorn and lonely

since he was very small

to be in a distant solar system he longed

on earth never felt he belonged!

 

The parents he knew who brought him up

not those who created his being

they said his was adopted from an agency

but there was more for sure

even at school was a loner never feeling

settled or humans appealing!

 

Though outwardly he appeared the same

knew that earth was not home

always able to read other students minds

and foresee coming events

finding to he was strong from an early age

and always causing damage!

 

Often comparing himself with super heroes

watching the many films

but never in reality considered he was one

yet knew he was different

never had any illness that he could recall

nor injured any time he had a fall!

 

Frustrated his history was still unknown

yet deep down knew he was alien

the planet he had grown up on not home

nearing his eighteenth birthday

instinct now made him gaze up intently

expecting something imminently!

 

From the back garden of his bungalow

he had been left on their deaths

markedly feeling isolated at that minute

from over the fields he saw

even though just a speck the large craft

he knew it was not an aircraft!

 

Rapidly it was overhead and a bright beam

suddenly came from beneath

an incredible awareness he was floating

followed by a warmth and joy

and for the first time did not feel alone

little afraid of the unknown!

 

But he was heading back to join his race

truly at last homeward bound!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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