Preacher
Down the mountainside
I saw him descending
like a warring blaze, a phantasm
carrying behind him dissension
hatred and fanaticism
I saw him riding the rules
and dogmatic iron bars tightly
placed on slavery and servitude
his spite and immense ego
brandishing the foreigners’ holy
medicine echoing valley of fear
flowers hiding their blossoms
time was for sorrowful chime
of bells untethered and pious
freaky creaks gathered to pay
the paid-up leaders leading
believers to salvation a mass
of flesh ready for Purgatory
simple-minded and stupid souls
hoping for their forever salvation
Manolis Aligizakis 