Anatomy of a Fanatic
In his pursuit of purity,
Young Pharisee forgot humility,
Translating mercy into misery.
The apex of his vicious doctrine,
A spiky thorn inside his soul,
Left only blight, scorn and denial
For those whose thoughts,
He felt deviated into idolatry,
From his somber point of view.
As years passed our Pharisee,
Forgot that he was human.
He himself became an idol
His mirror was his alter.
Pursuing those he hated,
Deviants, as he perceived them,
Promoting laws against worship rights
Those other rites that were not his.
He changed his name to Christian
A soldier of his faith he became,
Evangelical zealotry his mark in trade.
He roamed inside T.V. channels,
Shoe beating viciously on podiums,
Pointing out the ‘devil’s spawn’!
Of our modern age, never realizing
That he, Young Pharisee, was just an idol,
To whom followers bowed and prayed
With hatred in their and hearts brains.
Written for: Wordle Prompt from Mind over Misery