Why? Poem by Cindy Nwajei

Why do we have to die
Why do we have to lie
Why do we have to feel pain
Why do people go insane
Why do people like sex
Why is it the only thing i can think of that rhymes with it is X
Why do we need to go to school
Why do people yern to be cool
Why do we have war
Why do we want more
Why is a question people want to know so important
Why are you so incompetent
Why runs around in going astray
Why is only a word that people can say
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