Why? Poem by Argenis Rivera

With seas of blood,

And land blackened with smoke and fire,

Everything in existence has been annihilated .

In a world where life is a constant hell,

Why should one live?

Why should the good suffer?

Why should we live in constant fear?

Why is death part of everyday life?

Why do people commit suicide every f***ing day?

Why do people kill each other for fun?

Well, while you’re there thinking about this, I’ll be in my room looking at the ceiling wondering why the world hasn’t gone to hell yet.