The Children of Gujarat
by
Ayub Khan

Their eyes are red full of blood
They have just witnessed a flood of blood

Mothers & sisters, cousins & aunts
Raped, murdered, smashed & hacked

Fathers & uncles, friends & brothers
Killed,mutilated, smashed & hacked

Broken doors, strewned glass, tumbled pots
Toys broken, stomped and cracked

Hunger & mobs stalk their days
Darkness & stench of the burning flesh haunt their nights

These is the plight of the children of Gujarat
Innocent, little children of Gujarat