Wednesday, July 25, 2012


Two temples face
The Taj Mahal
One is sacred
One is just for symmetry
Looking backwards, useless
A showpiece pieced together
A reflection of the other
A mask of a mosque.
It reminds me of those
Who twist the words of the Quran
From its teachings of love to hate,
Who would take Mohammed's teachings of compassion,
That brought warring tribes
Into a fellowship,
And turn it into a war song
Against those perceived as more fortunate.
The Taj Mahal stands white
Stained with the blood of slaves
And the two temples gaze upon it,
One filled with reverence and devout praise,
The other a mere shell, to fool the eye into perceived balance
in a world that isn't black and white.

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