The Ashes Remember

Half a world away, the churches burn again,
Mothers cry for sons they’ll never see again.
Villages in smoke, a choir gone still,
The faithful stand where the blood still spills.

The ground still bleeds from yesterday’s pain,
They pray for mercy while the bullets rain.
But no front page, no breaking news,
Just a buried headline fading out of view.

They say “never again,” but they don’t mean it all the time,
It only counts if the victims fit the storyline.

Where are the signs, where’s the outrage cry?
Where are the students filling streets and asking why?
If this was Gaza, they would stop to pray,
But for the Christians in Nigeria — they just look away.

A whisper fades through the radio hum,
While the world debates what’s yet to come.
The truth’s too hard, the frame too wide,
So editors cut the faith aside.

They call it tribal, they call it land,
But you can’t deny the graves they planned.
The crosses stand where homes once lay,
And no one bothers to look that way.

They talk about oppression like it’s the flavor of the day,
But silence has become the safest thing to say.

Where are the signs, where’s the outrage cry?
Where are the kids with the megaphones asking why?
If this was Gaza, they would stop to pray,
But for the Christians in Nigeria — they just look away.

They choose their causes like colors on a flag,
Virtue in the algorithm, outrage in a hashtag.
If the faith don’t fit, the feed moves on,
But truth don’t care which side they’re on.

Children dying in the dark while we sleep at night,
Is our apathy peace and blindness right?

Where are the signs, where’s the outrage cry?
Where are the hearts that still ask why?
If genocide is wrong, it’s wrong every day,
So why the selective outrage? How is that okay?

Half a world away, the Christians burn again,
And only the ashes will remember them.