I wonder who the carers are
In the face of wanton destruction.
You wonder if anyone cares.
No matter our shape, our colour
Our religious affiliations
There is someone out there
Intent on using who and what we are
As a justification to destroy all around us.
But I am convinced there are more
Good people than bad
That we can’t allow the radicals,
The lunatics, the ones who claim religion
As a reason for their actions
To ever win.
No God no matter what flavor
Has ever supported superiority
Over those outside their fold.
Those thoughts are the work of men.