Why is it that we have to burn down our feelings?
Why is it so hard to confess?
Why is it that we struggle for good things while bad ones are easy to find?
Why do we cause destruction?
Why does bloodshed continue?
Why is there no peace?
Why are so many haters around?
Why does racism and sexism still rule the minds and hearts of people?
Why is poverty still not dealt with in most places?
Why does hatred still make us its slave?
Why some nations are still without a government?
Why do we exist, if life is so imperfect?
Why is there the need to ask why?
Halima Ahmed
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-378/
