The demonic face of humanity

The stains of the massacre

Innocent blood spilt

Aren’t your hands blemished?

Don’t they tremble at night?

The tiny and brittle bodies

Crammed into coffins

Their weight will be borne

By your shoulders alone,

How can you live with yourself?

How can you look in the mirror?

Do you have the nerve,

To face your Lord on the judgement day?

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