Pastor Ishmael Poem by Charles Karia

Like the rash Abraham in the days of old,
There is a roaring preacher man of today...
He felt a call and saw it could attract gold,
And immediately with fury was on his way.

The departure was with a like-minded crowd,
Of shallow saints and great was the acrimony,
To seek a promised land very poorly discerned,
And the Ishmael thus half baked deceived many.

The anointing oil in labeled bottles was sold,
And tap water that was now considered holy,
The fox with faked miracles soon prospered,
On products home made to taint God's glory.

Wearing flowing unique garments was ordered,
On the followers so that they could display piety,
Dark powers he sought from realms of the dead
For the excited ignorant crowd so miracle thirsty.

Though he is a greatprince of the underworld,
Ruling with great ranks among the dark mighty,
For his deception, so disgraceful will be his end,
For tainting the kingdom that should be left holy.