The Unfortunates

Yes there were four of them 

They were playing football in the beach

How did they become a threat to your life

How would you send a bomb in to their dreams

Why would you justify your horrific act.

Yes you are not belongs to my world.

Yes she was 10 

She was supposed to be at school

She should be playing with her friends

Why would you tied a bomb on her lap

Why would you ask her to blow herself

How could you ask her to blow herself

Yes you are not belongs to my world 

Yes they were in their school ground

Yes they may be sons and daughters of your enemy

Yet they were kids, they have no idea about how cruel you can be

Why did you go to school 

Why did you shot those 132 roses

Yes yo are not belongs to my world

How would you tell your mother that you killed the kids

How would you tell you babies about this

What would you tell them if they ask you

How could you sleep every night without hearing their scream

How could you hold your kids without thinking of them

They were just playing football

She was supposed to play with her Barbie doll

They were solving their pending home works

After all they were kids for god sake just kids

And you killed them, 

Their dreams and their Loved one’s too

You wiped the smiles out from their face 

You shot to humanity 

You shot the god himself

You are not belongs to my world