The Cross

The Cross It six o`clock Sunday early evening she is in the church that looks Coptic, the sun lit up the cross on the top and the roof looks rosé. A Morocco radio station plays Arabic music this is quite fitting now that they have been targeted by a racist who has not read history, but let us put that aside for now. In many European countries, the leaders lament but secretly wish they could do the same, life would be so easier without this intrusive Islam. We, onlookers, are guilty too we have not been able to accept the Muslims on equal terms The cross is now in darkness there is a murky side to all religions they produce extremists