Every day,every hour,every minute a new life takes its course on earth. Be it a plant,an animal or us human beings. Everyone grows from scrapes,like a climber which if not cut down shall never stop its growth. But who owns that right to cut it down? Now try to imagine yourself in the place of that climber. You're happy,content and living. You owe nobody except the people you love :your parents,your sisters,brothers and friends.But suddenly you're no longer alive to see the smiling faces of your loved ones. They come and fire three bullets into your already withered body,after all those beating and harrasing. What was your fault? You didn't owe them anything! Nothing!
    You ask yourself,'Who gave them the right to exercise an upper hand in all these brutality? First of all,who are these savages called 'they'?' Are they not human beings like you and me? You screamed. You were just a child,when they were molesting you. Did you know that it was coming to you? Had you've known you'd have never gone out of the house that day. 'I just wanted to play marbles',you whimpered in pain after your body was thrown into a cold chamber consisting of hundred other dead bodies. You can't feel your scarred body anymore. 'Mama,Papa,stay inside'- your last words.
'There were no bad and good,
   No evil or angelic.
  Killing became a hobby of those
    whose meaning of 'their' race
became a matter of consequence.'