You know,
It’s not about religion,
But humanity’s song.
Don’t harvest the early seeds—
They’re too young to understand
Why they’ve been taken
From this world.
We are all helpless,
I am, too—just like them.
A singer of sorrow’s tune,
We all are.
But please, at least,
Do not disrespect them.
Too young, too small,
To grasp it all…
You know..
