Stop oh man,
Don’t red your hand
With the innocent blood that flows
In your body like of those
Whom you have shut still,
Only for your mad will.
Who will never return to their own
People ,like you have, back at home.
 
Peep into the eyes
Of the body that lies
Still on the ground,
Like millions around.
Let their motionless heart
Bring the human apart,
From the clutches of ignorance
That for your good, is a fence.
 
The good resides in you.
Just be one of the few
Who hold its hand
And come out of the dark, eerie land.
Let my words  not win an award,
But your changed hearts, be its reward.
Because,
The words are of vain,
The world will be the same ,
Till your deadly guns turn lame.