Main Question Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Who are they to decide?
It is simple genocide
People are done to death
With no more life to breathe

What was their fault?
Why are we rubbing salt?
In their aggravating wounds
In troubled home ground

What were they doing?
Gathered at mosque and praying
With head down in silence
We all watched through fence

Mothers were crying
But not a word saying
Children were their main concern
As an ugly situation had turned

Who will justify such preaching?
Where are we searching?
Peace and stability
As wished by an almighty

We are adding fuel to fire
We have no place to go anywhere
Either death or starvation
Such is hellish situation

You can publish and write
But who shall fight?
Protect us from extinction
Survival is main question