I sit in class and listen to my professor
a kind, erudite, and educated man
call my gods ‘stupid’.
To the south a man lays down his life
when Christians demand he desecrate his shrines.
I sit in classes and argue with seminarians
who tell me polytheists never had theology
And in Syria a girl is raped and stoned
Because her brother discovered she was pious
but not to Allah.
How much theology does one need?
I listen to you shame our philosophers
by damning them to atheism,
by denying the piety embedded in their every word.
And your cousins in the desert
Destroy polytheistic tribes,
Selling their women to slavery.
I pick up the pieces in those of your flock
Who have found no solace beneath your shepherd’s rod.
I dry their tears, salve their wounds and lead them back,
to a better way, the way their ancestors knew
before you came. I clean up the infection.
It is enough to make me wish to burn down your world.
It is enough to make me yearn for the edifices of your certainty
To be savaged to dust.
Your faith is a butchery.
Your religion is a lie.
(If you could count, you’d know this).
MY people invented theology.
Our sacred tales and the weavings of poets
Inspired by Gods and muses alike
Laid the foundations for the world
That you later stole.
We saw no need to tear down your shrines.
We saw no need to anathematize your God.
But we should have.
Rome should have been more diligent
And then maybe we would have been spared
The plague that you and your children have become.
The Pagans in Lyon knew the truth.
So did the Saxons generations later.
We see you clearly for what you are.
One day, we will see you turn to ash
And we’ll salt the earth in your passing.
(by G. Krasskova)