I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why did she die,
Yet the murderer we still mask?
I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why is she a single mother,
Like her children had no father?
I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why do they clinch the Nobel,
For pacifying their self-made Babel?
I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why do they award,
Leaders who earned not the reward
I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why do we applaud the artist,
And never the pianist?
I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why are we fathered and mothered,
Whilst our own we have murdered?
I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why am I writing this,
Instead of holding my peace?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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