The Children Cry and Aged Die
Why do the children cry
and the aged have to die?
Do children at birth feel
pains
or the aged tired of
earthly grains?
Why does the river flows
and the gentle breeze
blows?
do rivers have legs to
walk
or the breeze mouth to
talk?
Why do the dogs bark
and the great thunder
sparks?
barks and sparks
sound...aloud
but there is no dog in the
dark cloud.
Why shines the sun at
noon
and twilight unviels the
moon?
Light at noon, light at
night
why is one so bright in
might?
Why do sweet
friendships break
and some folks tend to
be fake?
If love lives on, do lies not
last,
is there a space in the
future for the past?
Why do we have to lose
the people we did not
choose:
mother, father, sister and
brother,
was it fate that brough
us together?
Why is the earth spherical
in shape,
why must men be linked
to ape?
Too many questions
craving answers,
Dear God, give men the
cure for all...cancers.
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