Charisma
It is the charismatic charmers
Who we should fear
With their heavenly looks
And flashing eyes.
They are eloquent
With visions
And have the oratory
To excite.
It is the charismatic dreamers
Who rouse us
To take up arms
In the cause.
They leave us with slaughtered friends
And rubble,
Misery and terror
And pave the way
To hell.
It is the charismatic passion
That betrays us
Every time
With visions of paradise
Built on sands
Of power.
Beware charisma
It speaks
Words of vitriol
Spun in gold
And silk
That are easy
On the ear.
Charisma is a disease.
Opher 22.2.2016
Charisma
I wrote this poem after mulling over a lecture on Saudi Arabia delivered by Clive Leatherdale, and the rise of the Wahhabi ideology with its doctrine of austerity and intolerance.
The Wahhabi’s are the fools who believe that the oil beneath their feet was put there by god as a reward for their piety and zeal.
A curse upon them all.
The imbecile who started it and set up the House of Suad was one of those dark eyed, handsome men, with flashing eyes, the gift oi the tongue and a lust for power.
A curse upon him.
The legacy of his good looks, fine oratory, eloquent words and charismatic performance can be seen in every bomb blast, ripped flesh, hatred filled eyes and idealistically driven madman.
A curse upon them all.
They do not need insurance because everything that happens is the will of Allah. That is probably why most of them live in poverty and squalor while the atheists thrive.
Charisma is a threat to us all. We give ourselves up to its indoctrination.
A curse upon charisma.