Many Questions - Poem by Ray Anyasi
Why do the sun go quickly down
when I’m yet to feel this lively town?
Is it for the many wine with my kin
or does the earth now speed in spin?
Why must my eyes give up to slumber
when I still hardly remember
any hard job I have done?
Where have my agility gone?
What made the children so quiet?
Is it for the perfect pea diet?
Can they forever be this tranquil?
Can I ever dare bet they will?
Why crave for a lady's behind?
Can’t you see that love is blind?
Would you marry her if it was small?
Or would you hide your ring and stall?
Why do people fall in love?
What problem does it ever solve?
If they feel same way tomorrow
will it be deep inside the marrow?
Why do good people often see evil?
Why don't they always repel the devil?
They should have fairy tales sometimes
they should have oranges not limes.
When he left you why were you blue?
I can bet you don't have a damn clue.
Of what use was he to you anyway?
Why not let him go his freaking way?
Did he go to heaven when he slept?
Or did demons take him to the depth?
When I get to heaven I shall know
if he reaped same thing he did sow
Why do people gossip about people?
Why do they enjoy to cause such ripple?
It causes to their health much headache
do they ever consider such plaque?
Why do I now get often misinterpreted?
Like my childhood when I get interrupted?
Why can't people when I speak take note
if they know they must repeat my quote?
Why don’t schools get people satisfied
when they graduate and are certified?
They always want to get a higher one
but never made complete by none.
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