The children paid with lives
And got laid
With their blood
In our neighborhood
‘Papa, come early’
‘To pick me daily’
Bring few chock biscuits’
And don’t be late
Sill those words ring
And beautifully sing
In ear drums
Now totally mum
Who pays for our crime?
We never thought in time
We gave shelter to criminals
Helped them with weapons
Our generation pays
With innocents lay
In pool of blood
No reason behind is understood
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