To be frank it is senseless to fight an idea,
Better a people,
And worst form a religion.
To you who is scared that someone will steal into your own backyard and make you cry cos he bows to mecca,
Sorry for you.
An evil man is an evil man even if he revers no body
To the same you who thinks you can close your door to a people in tears cos you sleep with your eyes open,
Sorry for you.
A man needs no God to do evil.
To you who will forever live in peace,
Who will never need someone's help,
Who will never beg for a morsel of food,
Or even an oil for your engine.
Sorry for you.
Evil, evil, evil and religion are no friends.
To the same you who gets uneasy when you see a long beard,
A little scared when you see a hijab,
Cos here comes the man who thinks of nothing but to destroy you.
Sorry for you.
Cos if you think islam is your problem,
You are wrong.
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