Questionable Questions - Replying Trials Poem by Jude Ogunade

I woke grudgingly, upon my thought.
He woke me and had me taught.
I found His questions, questionable.
And my 'answers': unanswerable.

Why do we think ourselves kings
Yet, fear death like every kin?
Why do we hump our shoulders
And consider not another's plights?

Why should we disturb the dead
At the expense of the living?
Why do we claim honour and wealth
Through and with things of horror?

Why do we kill in order to heal?
Why do we shed blood
In order to flourish?
What is life to cherish?

Why do we wait till heaven
To make the earth
A peaceful haven?
And truth unearthed!

Who will touch the path of stars
And ride on the wings of the wind?
Who will taste death and come to life
To live among men eternally?

REPLYING TRIALS
I ruminated on the expanse of my mind.
My replies came in trickles,
Dripping,
From the pinnacles of my thought:
Who am I to tell the dawn to wake?
I know not the force behind the light!
The path of heavens is not mine to fix.
But knowledge I will continue to seek.