Crusader

You have this idea that I am less than you,
Less civilized, less important, less human.
You say all these things
As you ride into battle
Killing innocent children,
Men and women who have done nothing
Except live their lives.
You say I am less human
While I dress the livings’ wounds
I say a prayer for the dead
In a manner befitting their beliefs.
You claim that I am less civilized
As I wash the blood from their eyes
After you sliced them open.
You say I am less than you
When I am preserving their lives
And you are cutting them down.
You, the Crusader,
The fierce attacker of youth and beauty
The rapist of the “infidels” and “heathens.”
You rape and you kill
My sisters and my brothers
And you are the more civilized?
You are the one who will be praised this night
You will be showered in riches and wine
As I clean their wounds.