Injustice Poem by Butt Yasir

O! What a beautiful flower it was.
Playing and dancing and singing at its home;
Getting food, getting shelter, getting every pleasure;
Making merry, giving joy by its smiling face.
Giving life to flies, giving them milk;
Like a mother with child under her breast.

But now lying weeping on the ground;
Away from home and its pleasures;
Away from sons and daughters and family;
As if ti's a widow bride;
Crying and desiring to meet her husband.

Who has killed and snatched her soul?
What was her crime?
Was she guilty?
If living freely, merrily is a sin,
Then she is a culprit, give her punishment;
Then kill every creature living like her.

But is this the justice done to her?
Is this world the creation of God?
Where some have power to destroy someone,
For their enjoyment, for their sport.....