Why often do we not?

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This is an image of the title of my poem that is 'Why often do we not?'

Why often do we not speak?
Is it because of the cameras devoid of our faces, or is it that we belong that way?

Why often do we not speak?
When we create a shame out of the innocent.. while the own's intentions were never decent?

Why often do we not speak?
Inspite of vast literacy we carry, still the shades of our skins vary?

Why often do we not speak?
Witnessing money assuring its way while sincere approaches assumed delay?

Why often do we not speak?
On attempting our better version ends twisted into an 'unfortunate burden'? 

Why often do we not speak ?
When the diamond faces and brutal hearts hold authority over the virtuous scars...?

Why often do we not.....?

Poetry
India