Witness This

Two ladies from the nearby Kingdom Hall
dropped by my door, as I was on their round.
They read Good News, attempting to forestall
that crash and burn, we all knew I was due.
Outflanking both, I teased them with profound
Zen Buddist views on life, for passing through
its mayhem and its maya, questing peace.
They shot back with, ' old wicked Satan's vile
conniving ways on earth, will never cease.'
Here cunningly, I pressed, 'precisely why
one's work on self, must not disdain worthwhile
intelligence, how so it might apply.'
Unmoved, they left their "Watchtower" and "Awake",
and I went back to reading Watts and Blake.