LK INNOVATE

✍️ Dr. Lokman Khan

27 March 2026

Enough of soft words.
Love means nothing these days
To those who crush a child’s breath.

I hate you—yes, I do—
When you bury the innocent
Under broken walls
And call it victory.

I hate you
When cities turn to dust
And you stand there proud,
Counting ashes like gold.

I hate you
When you raise a blade
In the name of God,
As if God asked for blood.

Do not speak to me of faith—
Faith does not burn homes.
Faith does not silence cries.
Faith does not orphan the children.

I hate you
Because you feel no pain
When others scream.
Because your heart is stone.

You are not human.
Humans tremble at tears.
Humans stop at suffering.
Humans do not become monsters.

So here is my poem—
Rough, loud, and burning:
If you kill the innocent,
You have already killed yourself.

I hate you.