All But Dreams Poem by Abekah Emmanuel

The meaning of life always intrigues me,
Each and everyday, I wonder how
Life can be such a difficult thing
To understand to the brim.
Since the birth of this noble planet earth,
Many wise men have tried to explain it,
Stretching the last nerves of their brains
Many great musicians have sung about it,
Employing the sweetest melodies
Many poets have written about it,
Using the clearest diction in their language,
But it seems, and I believe, to me,
The meaning of life isn't clear enough,
Why does the innocent continues to suffer?
Why does the pauper still goes to bed
when his intestines are crying for bread
While abundant are lying in other homes uncared?
Why does the orphan still feels he is alone
While the earth is pregnant with flesh and bones?
Oh who will tell me?
What in reality life means,
For maybe all that I have seen,
Read or heard since that day I came,
Are nothing but mere dreams and illusions.