I Will Ask Poem by David N. Munene

I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why did she die,
Yet the murderer we still mask?

I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why is she a single mother,
Like her children had no father?

I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why do they clinch the Nobel,
For pacifying their self-made Babel?

I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why do they award,
Leaders who earned not the reward

I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why do we applaud the artist,
And never the pianist?

I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why are we fathered and mothered,
Whilst our own we have murdered?

I will ask; yes, I will ask!
Why am I writing this,
Instead of holding my peace?