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Jonestown Massacre

Janelle Barker

By Janelle barkerPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
Jonestown Massacre
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A disturbed man named Jim Jones

Became a deranged preacher

Found many followers

Who then he became their teacher.

Wanting to escape the violence and war

Prior to 1978

Decided to build a community in Guyana

And this was to be so many peoples fate

In this error people wanted to find

A safe place to be,

A sense of belonging

Some where they felt carefree

Jim claimed to have healing powers

Called himself a prophet

His followers gave him all their money

This he did pocket

signed over their pay checks

and possessions

he took all from them

with evil intentions

mind controlled each and everyone

and held assemblies for

suicide runs

meetings in the night

he called it

white night

placed desperation and fear into all

now he had control

he made them feel small

with over 900 followers

he felt like god

they signed documents, not leave

some thought this was odd

if you tried you where drugged senseless

unable to talk and faces blank

you were 100% helpless

they worked from sunup to sundown

ate rice 3 time a day

and this is a place they wanted to stay

no communication, tv or media

the kids did not learn from

an encyclopedia

towards the end Jim Jones

was slowly killing himself with drugs

handpicked followers

to be is thugs

Jonestown was being investigated

Congressmen, media, journalists, family members

Flew to this community to see how

These people lived

Jim felt uncomfortable

Felt stiffed

He trained the followers what to say

And not to betray

16 people left the next day

With the congressman Leo Ryan

Scared to death and

Very frightened

Ambushed at the airstrip

Trying to escape

Leo Ryan shot 20 times

This man died

For another man’s crimes

With vats of poison for all to drink

There was no way out

They couldn’t rethink

He made smallest of children

Drink the Kool Aid whilst

the older children had to comfort the dying

308 kids

All crying

If you refused the drink you were injected

With the cyanide

These people where so scared

They were terrified

But some mothers willingly took their children

To the vats of poison

From a mothers point of view

How can you be human?

Convulsions, cyanide filling mouths with

Saliva, blood & vomit

This is all done by your so called

Prophet

918 people died, 308 were kids

Not a man of god

But a man of evil

And a criminal

Jim Jones found with a bullet in his head

The easy way out

At least now his dead.

social commentary

About the Creator

Janelle barker

Author of emotives

Poetry is powerful

https://www.jellspoetrybooks.com

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50608401

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