The Cure Poem by Ali Rahimi

I lay in bed between life and death
Got no sleep and was in great pain
My soul weary, my spirit unhappy
Felt like Boby Sand's last fatal day
Jews, Muslims, Gentiles, Cardinals, the Pope
May God keep them and
Multiply them a thousand fold
Ordered me: Confess and thou shalt be healthy''
I replied:
I will not turn to the right or left
From what thou biddest me, but
no guilt, no shame, no submission
To their chagrin and surprise
God sent a great sweat on me that day
And I was healed from the malignant malaise! !
The cure....