Why?
Why is what I think.
All he does is drink.
I wish I knew why.
I'm begining to cry.
Why?
Why don't he stop?
All the cops don't care.
Why should they even dare to stare?
Why?
He is my dad.
Why is he mad?
It makes me sad.
I miss my dad.
Why?
I think, and he drinks.
I cry, I wana' know why.
My dad is mad, and I am sad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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