Do not

Do not ask children

To be soldiers

In your adult unequal wars

In your Herod-like genocide

Do not make them keep counting the seconds

Mother lasted before she was counted dead

When the father too had counted himself  dead earlier

Do not make them sleep

In the ruins of their homes

Watching the sky where there

Was ceiling and keep staring

At stars till they moved away

Unable to look at all this darkness

Do not make them write wills

Leaving their toys to children

Who too may die as children

Do not do not do not do not do all that

Then you go home and put children to bed.