Meaning
A child asks why, why
is the sun so hot, and
why is the moon white
and water clear, and
why do we have to die?
The grown-up ask too,
Why do you not love me,
why did that happen,
why do I feel so lost?
And what does God ask?
Not so much really--
just why can't you all
be kind to one another?
He even sent someone
to tell us this was His
one wish: to love, to love,
and we killed the poor man.
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