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Tell Me
A Poem
tell me
why do people have to hate
as if their whole lives depend
on the spite had for others
tell me
why does the earth spin ‘round
in its cosmic domain of silence
for the many who don’t care
tell me
why do the young suffer most
for the sins of their fathers
and dig all their early graves
tell me
why I get up each morning
and whittle away time so plenty
doing something I hate to do
tell me
why we say love must hurt
as if it’s just a wound
rather than a blessing so true
tell me
why we count all our dollars
as if the money will save
our sorry souls from sure damnation
tell me
why I keep lingering on subjects
that will outlive and outgrow me
as if my life has purpose
tell me
why heaven and earth must move
while I just sit in place
and wait for miracles to sprout
tell me
please tell me, please tell me
why I long for silent nights
and oblivion that does not exist
