Doesn't your conscience stir you?

Poem about Kashmir Doesn’t your conscience stir you? O! You silent witnesses When the bullets pierce the children of Kashmir, When their pained cries echo, Doesn’t your conscience stir you? When you look into their eyes, Eyes, that once held light, Eyes, that are now two voids, Eyes, now made dreamless Doesn’t your conscience stir you? When you look at their books, Stained with blood, Blood mixed with ink, Blood lining the walls of their schools, Doesn’t your conscience stir you? When you look at the corpses, Corpses of their loved ones, Their faces frozen in a parting smile, Doesn’t your conscience stir you? O! You silent witnesses, Kashmir is bleeding, Let it not drown in this blood, Let it cease here,if not, Will not your conscience stir you then?