Dear Religion, How’s the World Treating You?

Your God is mourning, and so is mine

Slow death of humanity is the trademark of our time.

You practice aggression in the name of religion

I preach hatred with same precision.

Your faith is soiled by parochial views;

My belief is smudged with different hues.

My brother, your arrogance and my ignorance make us diffident.

My friend, your skull cap and my last name don’t make us any different.