<p><br/></p><p>Our ancestors left us footprints,</p><p>Not every path deserves our feet,</p><p>Some roads lead nowhere.</p><p><br/></p><p>They called it tradition,</p><p>We inherited it without questions,</p><p>And mistook age for wisdom.</p><p><br/></p><p>They said, “That is how we do it,”</p><p>As though repetition makes things right,</p><p>As though time can baptized a lie.</p><p><br/></p><p>A woman was born with wings,</p><p>Yet they handed her a broom,</p><p>Then called her place a home.</p><p><br/></p><p>A man was taught never to cry,</p><p>So he buried pain beneath his chest,</p><p>And called the grave strength.</p><p><br/></p><p>Children were denied their questions,</p><p>Because elders feared their answers,</p><p>And silence became our school.</p><p><br/></p><p>They chained tomorrow to yesterday,</p><p>Then blamed the young for crawling,</p><p>When they were born to fly.</p><p><br/></p><p>Some beliefs survived no examination,</p><p>Only the threat of disrespect,</p><p>And the fear of being different.</p><p><br/></p><p>We worshipped age over wisdom,</p><p>Gave foolishness a throne,</p><p>And called correction an insult.</p><p><br/></p><p>But tell me, what makes a belief sacred?</p><p>Its truth, or its years?</p><p>Its value, or our fear?</p><p><br/></p><p>Not every old thing is worthless,</p><p>Not every new thing is wise,</p><p>But both must face the light.</p><p><br/></p><p>Let truth question our customs,</p><p>Let reason challenge our pride,</p><p>Let progress enter the room.</p><p><br/></p><p>I will not inherit blindness,</p><p>Just because my fathers wore it,</p><p>I was born to see.</p><p><br/></p><p>If a belief must break for justice,</p><p>Let it shatter without apology,</p><p>No lie deserves eternal life.</p><p><br/></p><p>Tradition should carry our roots,</p><p>Not bury our future beneath them,</p><p>We must grow beyond the ground.</p>