Badr to Peace Laced in Blood

I see you shaking, desperate and cold

Scared to speak up against what you hold dear.

It was adultery …to the “sultans” chosen that got you beheaded…

But she loved you even though she was wedded…

It was a betrayal so fierce it caused you to die…

And turned into a book forced with malice and lies…

So alarming that it started a war

A war none of us asked for…

When the war was won we all wept…

For a baby forsaken that couldn’t be kept…

It was a loss that broke us

A loss so cold…

That no one dared to speak it or have retold…

So we lied in the scribes and created tales

To keep others safe and to keep them well.

It was a secret as old as time

Until life was threatened by the means of a dime.

When will we learn, when will things just be.

So blood isn’t spilled in the name of three.

Where the “father, son and spirit went to the dead”

There was no water, there was no bread.

So the next time we say on the sake of our dying day.

That it was an honor to fight in the name of what’s right…

Know that the Sabr we betrayed was “islam”

And there was no mercy in sight.