(Wow.  Almost forgot about this one.  Surprising since I still think about this possibility at least once a week.)

I hear them all
Damning fellow beings
To endless suffering
As if they are the judges
The final word on morality

They claim to be the chosen
Spewing hateful sputum
At those they deem the false
Wielding words
Penned by the hand of man

Do any sense the oddness?
Aware that not long ago
Their people were the hated
Condemned by word
And killed by hand

I listen and watch
Noting the hypocrisy
That we are not to understand
The thoughts of gods
Yet we are free to voice them

It leads a man to wonder
Why so much variety
Among our simple species
No two are truly same
Even if they stand united

Would a god do such a thing?
Granting us such differences
Making each of us unique
But pairing it with a curse
A fear of those that differ

I hear people chant
About a holy test
One that we do not know
Yet so many
Claim to have the cheat sheet

What if the test holds no faith?
A test of tolerance and love
Forged by our differences
Purposely created
To see who will love and who will hate

Such a test is blasphemy
It goes against all blinding faith
Because it scares them all
For if such a test exists
Everyone will fail