Why are people plenty when you want privacy
Why has everyone gone when you need company
Why are you punished after doing nothing wrong
Why are there rewards for the not-so-worthy throng?
Why, the rich, though rich as they are, wealth on them rained
Why should you lose yet the last drop of what remained
Why should you plow mountains, while they till fertile plains
Why should the weeds get the same raindrops as the grains
Why should the wicked flourish as well as the good
Why had the wolves been there, near to where the lambs stood?
Why should you lose the people you have loved so dear
Why could you not dispose those you cannot bear?
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