Preachers

a poem by Jayati

In broad daylight, they spread loud
Eloquent words, “They are bad.”
Does that at all make them mad?
The
Meditating Minds,
aren’t perturbed.
With die-hard didactic din that tear the ear drums,
The sound deafens,
hurt their very own ears.
As well as the congregations who use reasoning.
Lost purpose!
Pay a heavy price to get themselves heard
Artificially
Through expensive hearing aids.
Once again
Lucky, that people do lend their ears-
Let there be some sense to the matter preached
Without heaped insults on other religions; prejudiced.
We are all but children of the same Creator; all His.