Besiege and Conquer

The long line of your followers that you detest, Walking single file with vehement interest, In their wake blood overflowed into Tigris, The dead integrated Euphrates causing infest, This man made Styx was never left to rest, Lay in your sepulcher with a lustrous diamond crest, Lock horns for the ecclesiastic never confess, Never giving thought to children bludgeon to death, Beloved mothers crying holding dead to their breast, Fathers saying last love at the end of their final breath, You made us live in hell to make certain you look best. (2017)