An Antichrist In Guyana - Poem by Robert Pettit
In San Francisco, he started his crusade
to teach the word of God, and all good He made.
His followers, even though penurious,
gave him all they had; they were oblivious.
He taught them how to atone for sins and pray.
To a much better life, Jones would show the way.
To South America, they followed Jim down.
In the thick hot jungle, they built their Jonestown.
Soon, there was no love, peace, and no sanctity.
Instead, there was pain, deceit, and cruelty.
A California congressman arrived there
to alleviate the relatives’ despair.
However, his findings would not be revealed.
He and his party met their deaths on the field.
Jones tested his children’s loyalty later.
By drinking poison, they met their Creator
Ubiquitous death with not a single sound;
over nine hundred lifeless bodies were found!
Although once a shepherd purveying God’s grace,
he led most of his flock to death and disgrace.
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