We Questioneth Poem by Shailini Salome

Yes, questioneth we, is there a purpose for our birth?
And did God really breathe into us our first breath?
Is this all not just another worldly myth?
A Shakespearean play just like King Lear and Macbeth?
Mother, should we really cherish health?
Father, is it really noxious to store up wealth?
Brother, is it not astonishing how much we gain from them both?
Why do they tell us in this world we should not pledge an oath?
Is there a role in it stunting our spiritual growth?
Must we really contemplate life's evils in silent stealth?
Yet, so painful a life to forfeit why are we loath?
Do you know to God alone we must pledge our troth?
Can you see, it is appointed unto all flesh to decide before death?