Why?

Why are we fighting?
Why are we rioting?
Why are we dying?
Why is this happening?

Why do we hate?
Why do we hide?
Why are we blind?
Why not be kind?

Why is this real?
Why don't we feel?
Why don't we care?
Why do they stare?

Why has this begun?
Why can't we end it?
Why bring a gun?
Why not forget it?

Why can't we smile?
Why do we frown?
Why do we cry?
Why put us down?

Why.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Brea Turner

i love this. love being used in the actual sence of the word i LOVE this it so perfectly say what ive been trying to get across

GinaaMariee

Thanks you, Much Love

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

nice poem

GinaaMariee

Thank you!!

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

welcome

forget me for late response

continue to write and express yourself

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