My brothers, this should not be,
That with the same mouth,
I bless my maker
And curse what he has made,
My familiar, this should not be,
That with the freedom.
Won with his forgiveness,
I should hold you a prisoner to my bitterness,
My Tribe, this should not be,
That we who were included when we were far off,
Should shun the ones who don't fit the mould,
Or seek exclusivity's fold,
My dear ones, this should not be,
That we who follow the one who would not cast a stone,
Follow him around with armfuls of rocks,
To silence his "enemies"
My people this should not be.
My brothers, this should not be,
That we who are enslaved to our religion,
Should catch planes over the sea,
To win a single convert to our hypocrisy.
Can salt and fresh water flow from the same stream?
Sisters and brothers, this should not be.
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