It’s a word we use,
Yes often abuse,
It clouds our views,
Truth or lie.
Someone will say,
Each and every day,
To God I will pray,
Then cry.
A simple task,
The truth it will mask,
That’s when they’ll ask,
Or deny.
Good or bad,
It can drive you mad,
Make you happy or sad,
Please retry.
It’s in our face,
Setting the pace,
The answers we chase,
Then apply.
Are they true?
Will it cause ado?
It’s nothing new,
Just sigh.
It’s never ending,
Can be mind bending,
The message it’s sending,
You defy.
It offers a solution,
Can cause disillusion,
With no resolution,
Don’t comply.
It cuts like a knife,
Injustice is rife,
The bane of our life,
‘’ Why ‘’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thought provoking questions we often ask. You have written very well, rhyming the verses. We seem to find reasons, make decisions, resolutions and then we keep seaching with the why? Life!