Why
Why
Why is there no escape
Why am I surrounded by hate
Why is there anxiety
Why is there tyrany
Why is there no love
Why is there no fix to what we've done
Why is he in charge
Why is he at large
Why does everything feel small
Why do they cat call
Why is there no respect
Why is there only truth when we recollect
Why cant I make a change
Why is everything so strange
Why are people dying at our hands
Why dont you take a stand
Why are they suffering
Why are you dont nothing
Why dont you do something
Why dont you
Why
Why
Why
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world