A poem that questions things that I find important

Why do little ones cry

With no loving one to dry their eyes

Why do the rich live in luxury

While the struggling mom and her child go hungry



Why do some people grow up hated

While others have themselves overrated

Why do some parents beat their kids

Why can't I speak my thoughts and not keep them hid



Why do people talk but not hear

Why must we all live our lives in fear

Why is anyone better than anyone else

Why can't people just think for themselves



Why must our troops continue to fight

While George just sits in an office saying it's right

Why must it be all white or black

Why must individuality be attacked



Why can't we think of what we should say

Why can't we let go and just live for today

Why can't the tears and pain subside

Why do people feel the need to hide


Why do our young learn to fight

Why can't we teach them what is right

Why do we complain of what we can't change

Why can't we give more in exchange


Why do we believe only whats seen

Why is it right or wrong with no in between

Why do we kill our one chance of hope

Why can't we teach our kids to cope


Why do they victimize

Why do we criticize

Why can't we pray to the Lord above

Why can't our hearts feel unconditional love


Why do we watch our loved ones cry

Why can't we help those sentenced to die

Why do we pretend this world is okay

Why can't we see that there is another way