Tears froze on my face
With strokes of misfortunes
Unable to boot up.
Captions are trending
Stilled images are statements.
A time when the number of followers is equal to popularity.
I saw a man crushed by a car
Passers-by rushed to capture the moment.
Watched him bleed to death
While their feeds trend.
Youngsters stood on the rail
Just to capture a moving train
But grounded to the floor.
Life is now a race of selfies
Daring death to a race
Ignoring little act of kindness
In exchange for likes and followers.
