Why does the Sun refuses to grace the day and
the moon now illuminate darkness

Why is courage so scary

Why is happiness so dreary

Why is honesty so corrupt and
Corruption so honorable

Why is love now just a theory

Why do we weep memory

Why is hope now illusive

Why can’t we look on to the sky and our prayer answered

Why are the genuses now uncreative

Why are the birds not singing and
have deserted the sky

Why is murder now a hubby, survival a fit and
yet we celebrate birth

Why knowledge a treasure, but
ignorance now welcome in open arms

Why are we amused at nothingness and