Who are You?

Who are you?
You, who write the name of god on a stone and then throw it away?
Who are you?
You, who seek change when you cannot change yourself?
Who are you?
You, who seek peace with a gun in your hand?
Which mother are you?
You, who cry for your son, killed in war?
Do you think of the mothers of the sons that your son killed?
Who are you?
You, who cry for the love that you by yourself chased away?
Who are you?
You, who revolt anst the one that you once adored?

And you ask me: " And, who are you?"

I am the stone that you throw
I am change
I am the gun in your hand
I'm the bullet that killed your son
I'm the love that you refused
I'm the one that you adored.