Butcher Poem by Tuwa Noor

Have you ever checked your face in the mirror?

Whom you used to play soccer together

Excitement from the huge and vibrant kites in the sky!

A mother used to feed you with same fondness of affection,

How could you target the nozzle of the gun?

Who set an impermeable layer in your eyes?



There are roaring armed convoys patrolling on the streets with nose upward

Bombs are shower like torrential downpour from the sky

There is even no tiny space to hide

The lungs fill with smoke and dust of the debris

Mother's silent body is under the wreckage of the walls and roofs.

The hands of the babies emerge beneath her chest with a desperate desire to live.

The torn body flies like a burned piece of paper.

Come back and see— no one is the enemy!

The blood is warm, the exact same color like you.



Have you ever checked your face in the mirror?

A merciless butcher, without any sympathy takes the life away,

Are you one of them?

Are you really one of them?