Cult of Death
The weak, the rich
The poor, the strong
Are pulled into worlds
Where they never belonged
Mothers, brothers
Fathers, daughters
Minds succumbed
Brainwashed slaughter
The Peoples Temple
November, 1978
Over 900 slaughtered
In suicide bait
What drives a man
To wanton kill
To take so many
So he full-fills
To preach his words
And then to maim
It's not the claim
Of a decent mans fame
Leo Ryan
A Congress man true
In the line of duty died
The only one too
Cut down at the airport
On his mission to right
Three journalists also
With safety in site
In our modern world
Cults will rise
The more they bring horror
We will all despise
In Memory of Congressman Mr Leo Ryan
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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