I saw a middle-aged man
He dressed as a priest;
wearing white robes and turban
A strand of prayer beads in his right hand
What he did with perseverance -
He knocked on the door
I asked in amazement:
"O old man, what are you doing? "
The old man replied respectfully
"O young man, know that I am
selling holy verses at low prices.
If you are interested, let's talk about
everything in a comfortable room"
He really made me curious
"What can be used as a guarantee? "
The old man's eyes sharply looked at me with
His charming smile, then he said,
"Young people, let's sit together justifying
political manipulation with engineering statistics.
To be more convincing for your listeners
I give them misleading information full of lies"
(I nodded)
Suddenly the sky seemed to collapse upon me
When you realize how many are fake priest out there
Isn't this a disaster of faith?
They spread religious charm
Through forms of obedience and rotten behavior
They do it for the sake of money
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