Blood and Belief

we bleed the same. we bleed red. no child is born with hatred, so who taught us this poison? what’s a hindu, what’s a muslim— just labels carved into flesh by hands too afraid of truth: that at the core, you are no different from me. you chant of gods, yet spill blood in their name. is that devotion— or desecration? i don’t kneel to gods, but if you claim you do, tell me— does your god demand corpses as offerings? does your god clap when you carve hatred into skin? or is faith now just another word for bloodlust?