I am not as pure

As driven snow

Like Mary’s little

Weak lamb to school

That followed

I have my weaknesses

Faults & weakness

As well as strength

It’s My Destiny,My Fate

May my Soul be set free or bake

That’s the consequence I

Am willing to cake

I will not stand by

The Pristine Message

Twisted Turned inside out

Knowingly willully spreading lies

The only way to seek Justice

Is to go public

And let the

Zoroastrian Community Decide

faridabam@gmail.com

2015