The beating heart
They came with words
Then they came with sentences
Then they made fantastical stories of god and miracles
Then they segregate and unleashed hate.
They waited for stories to come alive
Sentences to unravel
Words to wound
And beseech for blood.
They gave them weapons
First stones, then knives, guns and bombs
They wrench out the beating heart
To weigh it against all the miracles.
