Even Then And Still Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Even Then And Still



Even then and always

Then, sure God existed, there he was and had beam.
So Pope said “he has will…:
As Heav'n's blest beam turns vinegar more sour.”
But who bought, who stood?
Then Voltaire, and Russo; then after and still…
“What is right, what is root? ”

Saturday, September 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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