I heard it,
Gunshots
And I saw
My principal
Fell down
In his own room.
Militants here
At this time
Killing torchbearers of
Our society.
Militants do not want
Light.
In their own outfits
Militants failed to
Recognize their
Own darkness within
Them and killed
Humanity uprooting everything.
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