Why Why Why

why besmirch the ground in blood? humans, animals, neither good! to pinion some and let them die a merciless death. their throes were seen, their screams heard, their sojourn on planet earth short, shortened! all killed for pleasure, killed for fun! humans have the power of reason. why, why, why can't they see their wrong? the young, the lissom, in their prime, innocents! why, for being in the right place at the wrong time? if there is such a thing as the firmament, what to me is really no more than just the sky, and the stars, celestial beings, innocent souls, in repose hopefully never to face the unwarranted wrath of evil humans ever again! 05/26/18 Eight words challenge-4 Poetry Contest - Sponsored by John Hamilton