Some Muslims,
Hurt, Lie, and Cheat,
They're hard to greet,
But they are still,
My brothers and sisters,
In Islam.
Some Christians and Jews,
Inflict equal pain,
My heart they sprain,
But they are still,
My brothers and sisters,
Of Abrahamic faith.
Yet other people,
Deceive and are rude,
They spoil my mood,
But they are still,
My brothers and sisters,
In humanity,
Instead of looking,
At the faults of others,
Let's forgive,
Our sisters and brothers.
I am no better,
Of that I am sure,
But my intentions,
Are always pure,
I'll think the same,
Of others - no less,
And pray that God,
Us all does bless.
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