Pope Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pope

For me go to the Pope,
Call him "Poop."

Have answers in sleeve,
For frowns and asking.

Give him some examples
Of their past, present.

"Sir, sorry, but you are
A copy of lame fox,
In trap, unable,
Talk sweet as if care,
Open your archives and
Read many popes' orders
When ruling, in power..."

Then stop, let him talk,
He may say: "See, my son…"

Shout at him, say: "Shut up,
Your sons are like Trump,
Criminals and corrupts! "

Cool, see him turn beetroot
Whenever is peeled, cooked.

Tell him that this has been
Their style of living,
Your reference is Aaron,
His tribe, descendants,
As muftis and the monks!

"When in cage, unable,
You become best leaders,
But devil runs away
When you are in power…"

At the end be polite
Tell him: "Sir, it's enough,
Please go and get lost…"