Questions Poem by King Kiasso

I had unlimited questions, questions that desired unlimited answers

I still have such endless questions…questions that no one wants to answer thus I stay silent and take it all to slumber

You have turned from me and called me rebellious
You have called me doubtful, selfish and ignorant

Perhaps I am guilty of ignorance but…

A crime is it for man to lust over knowledge
A crime is it for man to desire intellect


Questions…I sit day and night pondering questions