Much Against Will

I sent them in heaven And driven homeless To run for life and safety It was for one name of an almighty No one objected strict observance It was his presence That ruled our faith And was to be with us till death How can we offer prayers? When our hands are covered with blood layer! This is all done in the name of creator The death is considered as an honor Innocents are killed Much against their will While praying at holy places They are killed with covered faces Such philosophy can’t end We know they are handful of hands Misguided and funded Their cruel method is openly lauded