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WHY?
Woke up this morning
and in a split i asked;
Why?
Why are some consumed by suffering?
Walked round the country with the wind
The mortals looked on
with barely any heart warmth
The pot-bellied soul lay with its hand hanging up
A V-sign kept the fingers hopefully still
Why? I asked
Why can't anyone dry up the tears designing the angular faces?
How come the pleas aren't answered?
I sat up, high in the sky with
the thunderstorm
He said to me,
"why is that justified?"
A go ahead to the mosquito in
comfort taking more innocent blood!
At the end of the day,i settled with
the sunset in horror
Why weren't the questions answered?
The dusk swallowed the anguish
of mine soul
I wept for a moment.......
...for its all i could do
But still,somehow asked:
Whyyy....?
