normally we gush and fuss over the most beautiful things we consider worthy. By what of their past?
Why is that we are willing to accept anything that comes out fair and shiny with no regard to where it is from?
It's in everything! We throw rats as pests, but we are the ones who grow them as pets?
We chase away mongrel puppies on our road, but we have foreign puppies within our homes?

Why is that we don't consider their origin, but take them for their beauty?
Does the past never matter for us?