Sunnis and Shiites,
Brothers to fight,
War of imperfects,
Groups of defect,
A piece to dissect,
Bodies to be an artifact,
Hypothesis and guess,
Conversion is a mess,
Holding their cross,
And rosary worn cows,
Refugees run for their life,
While the spectators are stunned,
Clasping their hands,
To think firmly,
The issues of neighbors,
Not theirs, behind mountains,
Behind the lakes and oceans,
Who has to decide,
Who has to be alive or dead.
does the soul have any gender?
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