You are not

What i am

You do not

Believe what i do.

Your hands

Covered in blood

Do not cup

Each other

As mine do

When i pray.

They are clean

They are clean.

Your head

Filled with evil

Does not touch

The floor

As mine does

When i pray.

It is peaceful

It is peaceful.

Your eyes

Masked in hatred

Do not see

The Quran’s peace

As mine do

When i read.

They are open

They are open.

Your mouth

Spitting out lies

Does not utter

Kind words

To my neighbours

As mine does

When i speak.

It is honest.

It is honest.

Your soul

Blackened by darkness

Does not feel

The light

That mine does

When i breathe.

It is alight

It is alight.

Your hands

Your mind

Your eyes

Your mouth

Your soul

Are not mine.

They do not belong

In my religion

In my culture

In my race

In my humanity.

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