Of Human Value

Rose flower is crimson red Very beautiful Even adored on dead Its importance is well read Even rainbow seems elegant With inclusion of all colors present We are all for praises But how to neglect blood color and face? Freedom fighters face death Face the bullets with last breathe The country earns respect For their sacrifice act But what about innocent people's killing? The sky is raining Deaths With blood spread over on earth I keep silent and calculate But fearfully relate The negation of human value Is there any one who can sincerely view?