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Genesis or Suratul Fatia,
Podium or Minbari,
Crucifix or Tesbiyu,
There is no blood
That isn’t blazing red.
Whether Catholic gown
Or Whispering Hijab,
Christmas or Eid Kabir.
Especially when rams are few
And chickens hoarded their new-
Born.We all eat,
The same earthly meat.
We all travel in planes
Whether Imam or prestigious Bishop
To glorious Mecca or Holy Jerusalem.
And if planes crash,
Death collects his tithe
From fiery M.F.M or prophetic Quadriyyah
And complete,he collects his ancient payment.
So while we shed angry blood
And fill hungry streets.
We will find out,
We bleed the same sacred BLOOD!
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