Stop
Don't pull the trigger.
Look
At the tiny feet and hands
Hazel shaped eyes popping out
From beneath the desks.
Your boots scare
More than the cockroaches and rodents
They have ever dared.
See the school bags
Books, pencils, chalks and snack boxes
All scattered around.
They have come here to know
More about the world
Allah has created.
They know not
Who is not a friend
And if there is an enemy.
I wish
You knew a child
And ever played with him.
Remember if you saw
Hidden something
Behind his smile and feelings
His innocence.
It's something great
You call Him God.
Don't pull the trigger
Don't kill the God.
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