Life Is Death Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Life is Death

God, am told you exit,
No one has proved it,
Feel hard to reject it.

Being lost in between,
I am called: "Agnostic."

Some talk of your justice,
That, for sure, is nonsense.

I followed advanced world,
Listened and they spoke,
Of technics, silver, gold!

They take words and twist:
"Our way is democratic! "

I question, seek details,
Same nonsense resurges.

Can people rule people?
Through just election?

Searched for it in action…
Could not find, is absent…

If exists, is only,
In the books or carvings!

Cruel and powerful,
Writes, breaks, all the rules,
Weak is forced: "Follow it! "

You, also, are their tool,
As hammer against poor,
And in hands of cruel…

Got tired of your gift,
This eating, breathing,
That kills me by living,
Must end it on my term!