Trapped within our selfish community, religious and political moorings, we were mute spectators when the nation was crying hoarse with the unbearable pain of getting split wide.
We refused to see the blood and the tired hustle of a nation trying to stand up as one.
What we felt was only the throbbing libdio led by our self interests - be it reservations, corruption, religious one-upmanship, community pogroms, conversions and political brinkmanship.
Even when the soul sighed, your voice was muffled by your own communal and political insinuations.
Each time the nation choked with the abuse, you joined the throng and pointed fingers. Even when it bore the mucky ink of the vote that was cast.
Stop soiling your social media wall with self-righteousness and borrowed sympathy shoved down by propaganda.
Your selective social media outrage is as fake as the one you accuse your prime minister of.
Soon enough, the mud sligning will get over, votes shall be bought and your vacation would be due.
What is Left will be your camera phone and what is Right will be the next meme.
Maybe, next time stand up for the woman next to you and show that you care. Without prejudice.
Because, in the end what you get will be the mold you cast. Not the one you are pointing at. Even if it's hope.