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.
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