As The First Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

As the first

Some question:
"Burning church? "

I take time at the bay,
Using time look at depths!

Church arrived and claimed:
"You people are pagans,
Those like you end in hell,
We help you to be saved,
By changing, so, covert…"

This went on and came gun:
"We order you to change,
And if not face your death! "

It was hard to accept:
"My parents, their parents,
All were wrong, savage, dumb? "

Some wondered,
Some wandered,
Some said: "Sure, "
Accepted…

Church acted like scissors,
Cut through brothers,
And parents, children,
Most of the wives, husbands!

Peace and love departed,
Talks became quarrels,
Anger-filled, they shouted!

In April of a year,
Near the Frog Lake,
Warriors had gathered,
United, decided:
"Our kindness is tinder,
For abuse of the church,
So, erase this evil…"