Judgment is a leaking faucet.

So natural it seems to condemn
the unknown,
but I’ve seen the unknown
and it’s never what they think.

This world has different tongues,
crawling over each other to be heard.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen mankind
so divided, so full hate
over what they can’t see.

Children, reflective of their environment,
guided to beat down their gavel.

“What is that?” they persisted.
“It’s wrong,” they said.
But mother and father always told me,
“They just don’t know, baby.”

But even if they didn’t know,
their ridicule was the constant whistle of a belt lash.

Modern times are the same as the olden days.
Babies are born with the inherent fear of strangers
and mankind is born with the inherent fear of the unknown.

For religion is something of a mirage.
From afar, it’s inviting, encouraging.

And then all at once, that image disappears.
Fallacies spread like cancer,
extremists manipulate the weak and desperate.

And every group tears at each other’s throat to have the last word.
Because that fear of the unknown
drives us to obliterate each other
whether or not we consciously know so.

Vain attempts to change our ways,
but mankind is of the flesh
and there will be no perfect union.

I cry for the struggles,
the wars fought in the name of religion.
How a father could look upon his son
and speak that killing is what his god wants.

Killing is what his god wants.
Killing is what his god wants.

Killing.

God.