Why; Why Poem by Michael Carlson

Why; Why



Why Why
Must the poor child cry
Just a sittin in the corner
Waiting just to die
Why Why
Is he all alone
Left behind
WithOut a home
Why Why
Is the world this way
Why the rules unfair
In this game we all play
Why Why
do we all still play

by M.J.C

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