Conflicts Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Conflicts

In space is something
It echoes deep, within:
"Must follow faith, belief."

"But in what? "
I question.

Patiently wait, listen
No reply but silence.

I go on, explain:
"Corona did not kill
Only the factories
And the joy of needy
And babies' well being
But also, elderly…"

I stop, take breath,
Rewind, go back, return:
"Do not mean taking life
Of the old, kicking butt…
Elderly thought of God,
Books and went to shrines
For kind of practice,
Seeking health, well being.
Bent and rose, nodded, knelt
Or somehow, did something
With their faiths glowing…"

Felt tired, sad and lost:
"But must keep going on…"

In me there is a war,
Conflict, right and wrong:
"This sickness with virus
That closed the faiths' sites,
Told elders, ‘Faiths are lies'
As are God, religions,
Regardless of the names,
Bogus is weak to heal,
Charlatans are all monks! "