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