Angelina Jolie Poem by binti laye

WHEN DO WE DIE?
Do we die when we breathe the last?
Or when we seethe each moment
Like a patient on a terminal list?
Or when we barter our conscience for lust?
Do we they die when they are bombed?
Or when they are mobbed?

Who Kills?
The man who fights back with.......
To fend off a foe against his caste?
Or the man who ravages
To quench his thirst
On the pretext of race?

Do we die when they are gored
And we condone?
Do when they are cordoned?

What's the value of our being?
To pander to their excesses?
Or to grow some back bone
And spit into their pupils?