What are your tears for?

Do you easily shed your tears?

I saw a boy today near my home

He was so happy with a toy gun in his hand

So was his parents and sister

happily strolling down the street

chit-chatting with each other

Yesterday a friend was delighted to ask to make her a cake

She really likes cheese cake

I love her

but isn't it ironic?

People are dying of starvation

They couldn't eat what the body needs

let alone what the heart desires

but we just eat whatever the heart wants just because we like the taste

and we keep on baking and cooking

just because we can

Thousands of miles away from me,

A boy was struggling to survive

He's a terrorist for throwing rocks to invaders that terrorise his own land. 

He used to cry everyday for losing his loved ones,

one by one..

until he has no reason to be scared of losing more. 

He was just a child. 

barely a teenager.

I see him and his friends share the same dream

playing in the rotten alley 

perfumed by the smell of fresh blood

though the source took place 20 years ago in the same alley

They want to be free

They're screaming everyday for help

Yet we cast them away

We couldn't stand their pain and the noise they make

People are fighting for freedom

we're staring at them but we don't see them

Just because we can't relate to them. 

We talk and talk 

but the hands never moved

our feet are glued to the floor

We listen but we don't hear,

our eyes were watching rainbows and stars

We love peace and harmony,

but we call other races as underrated,

and our own as superior.

What actually have we done to even think so highly of ourselves?

Did we discover the penicilin?

Did  we build the first car?

Did we invent the computers?

Do we even know the words of God in Al-Quran?

Do we practise what we preach? 

People used to cry over life and death matters.

But now I see a girl cries over the grades she got on a piece of paper. 

Telling people how she worked hard on it.

I wonder,

where would she end up someday?

Is it my fault that she's crying over her grades?

Have I told someone before that a grade is everything?

Did I forget to tell her to grow up as a person?

Have I told her to be people, not as a devil's worshipper?

Am I encouraging her to chase the life than the death?

People used to cry over life and death matters.

I wonder, 

Has the world changed?

The world hasn't change.

We changed.