Jesus Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Jesus

Heard them chat
Spoke soft
Aware I of their tongue
Uttered word with smile
Door opened and we talked
Soon after I was with the top boss.

He told me of their job
Young masons, fixing walls.

I recalled the Afghans in Tehran
In Cyprus the young man with hand cut
They do not see doctors
No rights to complain
Their working illegal…

Crowns gone, thrones lost
Come abuse
As for Thais who pick worm
Cruel in Toronto, every night.

"In Jesus I have faith…"
He breathed and so I
Aware of their need, life
Kept mouth shut.

Their faith is out of need
And the church is hunter
Easily hooks, buys them…

Jesus is piece and loaf
On table, to find work

Simple, nice, and in need
Their prays extreme
See Jesus as candle
In the cave he is torch;
Is indeed…