(Poem by Sophia Shapira)
They call themselves the servants of the one
Who died because we all made our mistakes.
But still they seem to somehow get their fun
By tossing what He taught out to the snakes.
To give excuse for hating who they wish
The sacred, Holy teachings they dilute.
And as upon their cars they stamp His fish
A sinister impostor they salute.
– – Sophia Elizabeth Shapira
– – 2012-05-03