An Unpardonable Crime Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Strange is the justification
To launch a war,
Against the innocent
Against the weaponless.
Strange is the confrontation,
A shell or a missile.
Or a Daisy Cutter against a stone.
Pretended war has at the back,
The intention to reserve,
The reserves of the world,
For descendants of the Launchers.

Lands are being occupied,
The oil-wells are being usurped,
The rights are being snatched,
Multitude of homeless is being enhanced,
Hunger is being sponsored,
Smiles and laughter are being stolen,
The son are being slaughtered,
The brothers are being murdered,
The husbands are being smashed,
The properties are being damaged,
The blackened airs are to inhale,
Fire, smoke, and fume are ready to consume,
The human existence on the earth,
To the verge of extinction.

O! The leading heads,
Chase not the personal wellbeing,
Be aware of the fact,
We all are brothers and sisters,
Children of the same parents,
Though the colours of skin are different,
Yet in the networks of our bodies,
The same red substance flows.

War is an unpardonable crime,
A crime against humanity,
A crime against descendents,
A crime against God,
Though it is fought in pretension of peace.