Why does the hen still struggle to fly?
Why do only the good men die?
Why does touch make the mimosa recoil?
Why for man’s sake did God curse the soil?
Why do the strong still prey on the weak?
Why must it be seven days that make a week?
Why does the river pour into the lake ?
Why can’t our tears cause our dead to wake?
Why does true love still end up in pain?
Why do leaders chase after their own gain?
Why do we smile even when our hearts are bitter?
Why, in the face of death do even the bravest jitter?
Why, when I want not to speak, to write a poem I choose?
Why do we play for fun then cry when we lose?
Why do we claim to love God but dwell on perfidy?
Why is “No man is perfect” the famed…
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