Fanatics Poem by Dennis N. O'Brien

Whether devout or green;
Whether hooded or seen;
Their intent is to gain
All control from the sane.
What they hate is the West,
For it's with progress blessed.
They will suck on its teat
While they plan its defeat.
In deceit they will hide;
They will seek to divide;
They will gather in tribes
And be showered with bribes
By the same naïve fools
They will use as their tools.
They may differ in aim;
The result is the same;
When enlightenment falls
Human progress it stalls.
They've no need to conspire
Just elect a good liar.
They are outside and in;
Should we sleep they will win.