My Poems

Why I Cry. (Poem)

Why do you ask me why I cry,

every time I see a person die?

And why I feel deeply saddened when I see the mourners?

And why people are so afflicted by hate and horror?

Then let me ask you: why do humans steal and kill,

if the consequences are full of equally ill will?

And why is it, if the cure is understanding and affection

then why do we not use it as our connection?

And why do we always love too late,

when our corrupted souls are already filled with hate?

And is it a virus of the mind, a pandemic that invades the brain,

that twists people into crude instruments of bane?

And why do humans seek for peace after the war has been fought?

And why do we return things after they've been bought?

And why do we hate, if what we preach is love?

And why do we judge people guilty of a crime they are innocent of?

And let me ask you this: are criminals really evil?

Is a saint really good?

And why do we take for granted the gift of life,

And use it instead to create more strife?

And all the effort we spend to make money, just what is it for?

What worth does it have, if we lose ourselves in wanting more?

And why do we feel the urge to live, even when death surrounds us all?

And how can you tell evil from hate, if the difference is both large and small?

Can one ever hide from human evil?

Does it ever fade away?

Are we all born in vain,

Just to play life's beautiful and cruel game?

And everytime I see a person die,

Do you still wonder why I cry?

A/N: How was it? Good? Bad? Depressing? Enlightening? Tell me in the comments below! I really appreciate the time you take to write something to me!

Published Date: May 21st, 2015