Where have the noble men and women gone?
Did they evaporate with the morning yawn?
Were they last seen with virtue in hand,
Or swallowed whole by shifting sand?

Don’t talk to me till you find them, please,
The ones who held doors and said "God bless these."
Not those with filters, followers, flair,
But those who actually... genuinely care.

Morality now wears designer shades,
Integrity’s gone on long-term break.
We trade our conscience for clout and likes,
And humanity rides scooters through moral strikes.

Innovative thinking is sold in bulk,
Packaged in pixels, repackaged as pulp.
But true minds still burn through storm and pain,
Sketching solutions by candle and rain.

Thought Leader Ndali dares to ask,
In a world distracted by every task:
When did honor become "old school"?
When did wisdom stop being cool?

We raise our kids on TikTok trends,
Yet can’t explain how real love ends.
Generational gaps like Wi-Fi drops,
We scroll through life in dopamine hops.

Tell me—where are the elders with eyes like flame,
Who mentored with silence, not thirst for fame?
Where’s the village that raised the child,
Not this digital jungle, loose and wild?

The thunder claps, the rooftops groan,
But still one muse works all alone.
In the still of night, while others sleep,
She crafts ideals the world must keep.

Not for likes or viral praise,
But for a brighter, truer phase.
Alongside her, another thinker rises,
A visionary cloaked in no disguises.

We say “authenticity,” yet wear ten masks.
“Truth-tellers” now duck the simplest asks.
Where are the humans, not brand extensions?
Who act with heart, not just good intentions?

So don’t talk to me till you find them.
Those whose word stood tall like anthem.
Not just "boss babes" and "alpha kings,"
But people with souls, not just shiny things.

Let us not mourn what we can still revive,
Light a candle, keep ideals alive.
And maybe—just maybe—we’ll start to see,
The nobility we all ought to be.

Again, I ask... Where have the noble men and women gone?

Don’t Talk to Me Till You Find Them”
—A Satirical Cry by Thought Leader Ndali