When
I saw the picture of some Rwandan children,
using the parched skins on those tender legs,
for writing their alphabet,
I was like.
When
I saw the picture of an aging Bosnian woman,
laboring up a hill on the war front,
two donkeys on either side,
carrying a coffin each for the bodies,
of her only two sons,
I was like.
When
I saw a bunch of Taliban soldiers,
praying on a rugged hilltop,
before launching a terror attack,
on their brothers and sisters,
I was like.
When
I heard that Enron executives,
had stashed away billions,
while their co-workers had lost all their life savings,
I was like.
When
an Enron official crosses his heart,
and says – Truth and nothing but the truth,
I am like.
When
I saw the vast emptiness,
at Ground Zero
I was like.
When
I saw the Stars and Stripes,
displayed on cigarette lighters and socks,
I was like.
When
I see young children,
rummaging the refuse,
on the outskirts of Manila,
for morsels on TV
I am like.
When
I see all the leftovers,
spread around after the super Bowl gala,
I am like.
When I see those gas-guzzlers,
those humongous SUVs,
parked in my neighborhood,
I am like.
But,
on a normal day
I am like.
Thaya
