You kill your brothers for what they eat
You maim your cousins for where they pray
You beat your sisters if they enter your temples
You let your priests molest your children
You condemn mere reading as blasphemy
You destroy your own national treasures
You mow down innocent citizens
You persecute entire communities
And as if all this is not brutal enough
You mutilate your own little girls
You stand there, so proud of your religion
I hope you’ve thought about how you’ll face your creator