Saint Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Saint



Saint

Church recorded as "saint, "
I call him murderer…

They defend him as if…
I attack S. O. B.

I question, simply:
"Who the hell was he to
Come here to preach? "

Then go on, with anger:
"Was he not the man who
Sold heaven for nickel? "

On what base history
Writes nonsense
As belief?

Brebeuf and lalement
Were agents of the Pope
That saw himself as God
Authorised to set laws!

They were dogs of devil
Deserving what received
By being killed like lace
That settles in one's hair…

Then, shameless was the church
To raise them up as saints…

Didn't church hide proofs
Of brutal crooks
Raping and murdering?

On what base these bastards
Are praised as martyrs?
Why to raise them to saints?
Isn't saint a sinless?

And today, papers write
Reminders to their death
I bow to men, women
Who choked them forever!

Monday, March 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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