"Religion doesn't make people bigots.
People are bigots and they use religion to justify their ideology."
— Reza Azlan
A gilded cage, a whispered creed,
Where faith takes root, and shadows breed.
Religion's balm, a soothing sound,
But hearts are stained, and darkness bound.
No holy text, nor sacred rite,
Forgets the darkness, hides the blight.
The seeds of hate, within us sown,
Find fertile ground, where bigotry's grown.
The preacher's words, the hymns so high,
May mask the venom in the eye.
A twisted lens, a warped design,
To justify the hateful shrine.
For bigotry, a festering sore,
Lies not in scripture, but within the core.
The heart's cold fire, the judging glance,
Are primal forces, time and chance.
Religion's cloak, a borrowed grace,
To hide the demons in this place.
The stained-glass windows, painted bright,
Can't wash the darkness from the night.
The faithful flock, with pious zeal,
May unknowingly the hateful steal.
For prejudice, a wicked art,
Is woven deep within the heart.
So let us see, beyond the veil,
The truth that hides, the wounds prevail.
Not in the dogma, old and worn,
But in the hearts, where hate is born.
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