Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

After Hearing the Death Tape


be wise
to the lies
of he in the disguise
of a prophet

who urges haste
sweet death to taste
from the bitter race
of life to stop it

the children knew
innocents often do
killed by guardians true
to a false prophet

truth is a strange thing
it can be twisted like a ring
round your neck choking

the distorted goal
takes its toll
if you lose your soul
where is the profit?

Originally posted September 10, 2015

Yesterday, November 18, was the 40th anniversary of the Jonestown Massacre.

The year was 1978.

I was 11.

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