Even Then And Still - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
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? ”
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