To be fanatical is to be blind
To other faiths and beliefs,
Bloody and brutal
And bestial
And we doubt it, if they can be called men,
Not at all human beings,
The desert people living
In bivouacs
As the nomadic races,
Bloody and brutal.
The brain-dead people cannot distinguish
Between light and darkness,
Cannot see light crystal clear,
Cannot taste the sweet draughts of water
From the clear stream of thought,
The cataract-afflicted people
Will remained jaundiced-eyed until the end,
The genie of religion cannot leave them.
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