Thousands of ideas move to and fro
as it were in the busy streets of a busy town
Some correlate and some seems strange afar
Ideas about life and ideas about the future

As ideas move swiftly in race against time
One wonders if life has a meaning or life lost a meaning
Ideas matures in the corridors of a bright mind but aborted quite easily from a glance of a hopeless future

Women are murdered and children are killed
Candles are lit every day in grief
The ideas once existed are now in the graves
Slowly they die and the future looks bleak

Let us make a room for these ideas to bloom
Protecting a women is protecting an idea
Protecting a child is promoting a future
Naturing a woman and maturing a child
Is investing in the live ideas maturing to life in the corridors of the mind