We do not blink when deaths happen outside wombs
But will influence deaths within wombs
We are on quests to unearth hidden places of worship
And yet turn blind to the crumbling history around us
A “reel” song or movie will hurt our sentiments
But real injustice never irks our sentiments
We are concerned about the influence of text books
But not the power of our deeds
We are generous with our reservations for the marginalized
But stingy when it comes to respect for the voices less heard
The wails of our dying brothers and sisters are faint
Yet the rumblings of a social media post is loud and clear
Water and air for our living is scarce
Yet there is enough for the non-living
Our yesterdays’ struggles are long forgotten
Our future’s needs are but invisible to all
Our todays take us away from our past
