(Formerly called ‘A Poem From The Infidel’)
I have not seen your face
Or looked into your eyes
Nor you mine
But aren’t we brothers?
Does it matter what each we believe in?
What differences we have?
Whatever, whoever – in no God’s name is murder.
I have a mother, father – family, as do you.
If we both are wounded, do we both not bleed?
Or suffer hurt, or love, or smile – just the same?
Don’t we all have a right to live?
Why do you pursue this path of grief?
For you dig graves
Also for yourselves
Is this the hellish future you dreamed of for yourself, as a little child?
All these tears?
Didn’t you (like me) just want to be happy?
(Has bitter history taught us all nothing?)
Please brother! Sister! Turn!
Cross from this black path
It’s not too late to change
Or find a better way…
Don’t be beguiled by tricks, or ideology
This call to arms, is no anointed war
It is a call to hatred.
Only where tolerance and love is
Can your or my God be?