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Innocent Blood

That was a butcher shop, When I acrossed behind, I saw a suffering animal, Waiting for death. Blood was bleeding on the soil, I remembered them, Who has lost their lives? For human dignity And integrity, Realised their palpitation And suffering, Dripping innocent blood, Human soul never wears this injustice. Who will sacrifice for that? Because it was an animal, Waiting to serve, A Halal service for his Master.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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