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Fatal Faith

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?

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