In This City Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In this city
Here, in the city,
In the city where I live,
See many gatherings,
In parks, on the streets.

There, many come to me,
Lecture me and want me,
To accept and believe:
"Jesus died for you, me."

I stop, questioning:
"Who was he? Why did he? "

No logic in replies,
Too simple, know nothing!

In my heart, I feel sad,
For Jesus with this gang!

Whomever he maybe,
He must sign treaties,
Treaties for the Peace,
I believe he can't win,
With such a weak army!

Comes to me the proverb:
"Tell me of your friends."

Reason of the questioner:
"If smart, they raise you,
If no good, they fail you."

Studied the religions,
Most, if not all of them,
At the start were great,
Then fell and scattered,
All cracked or shattered.

In them, the wrong people
Acted like the worst venom,
Divided, lashed, murdered.