I see you,
as you storm into my court yard
blood in your eyes
sweat on your forehead
an expression of rage
the hatred that you exude
cannot be explained in words
I know why you’ve come
I know your intent
but what I do not understand
& I cannot comprehend is the reason for your outrage
the rationale behind your contempt
you fold your hands in prayer
I bend upon the floor
you seek your God in idols
I seek mine through his word
but don’t we both pray for the same kind of things
don’t we have the same needs?
Pray, tell me
have you not wanted blessings for your family?
never desired the well – being of your loved ones?
never hoped of a better world? a better future?
you have, haven’t you?
So have I
Then why do you not let me be?
why do I not let you be?
You say I offend you
with my manners that clash with yours
But how am I responsible for the life God chose for me?
It was he who sent me where he did
It was he who sent you where you are
It was he who destined us both to worship him in different ways
& call him by different names
Isn’t it possible we both worship the same entity?
what if he created differences intentionally
for the sake of diversity
after all, we seek different things in life too
we prefer change than monotony
& if we are made in his image,
as we both so believe
the odds of this being a possibility stand high
I know there’s no time for arguments
your blood-lust is riding high
you’ve entered my home to begin your killing spree
as you pull my sister by her hair & drag her to her humiliation
as you disrobe my aging mother
as you fondle my innocent daughter
as you set my brother alight
as you rob me of my belongings
& as you force me to witness the end of my world
kill me too
show me no mercy
but just tell me this,
does my mother not look like yours?
does my sister not remind you of your own?
does my daughter not spark any paternal instinct?
does my brother not resemble yours?
Do I not look like you?
Bleed like you?
Feel the same amount of pain?
It could be you, tomorrow, you know
considering how easy it is to mislead men of any faith
& turn them to butchers
I cannot help but think
Will you wonder in your final moments
Was I not You?