Why

by marikiaTbilisi, Georgia

Jan 2011 659 Views 6 comments

Why?

Why, why, people, why?
This I ask you in surprise.
Why, why, why so cruel
Is this world, when I'm so kind?
Why, why, people, why?

Cry, cry, cry, my soul, cry
In despair, my soul, cry.
Why, why, why so hard
Is this world, when I'm so kind?
Why, why, people, why?

Hear, hear, people, hear,
Here's my verse for you to hear.
Why, why so deaf and blind
Is this world, when I'm so kind?!
Why, why, people, why?

Meet, meet, people, meet,
Here I am for you to greet.
Why, why, why so bitter
Is this world, when I'm so kind?
Why, why, people, why?

See, see, people, see.
See how hard it seems to be,
Why, why, why so ruthless
Is this world, when I'm so kind?
Why, why, people, why?

Look, look, people, look
How I try to please you, look.
Why, why, why so heedless
Is this world, when I'm so kind?
Why, why, people, why?

Do I need a help of miracle?
Are there secrets to find out?
Am I truly, in full earnest
All that kind, all that kind?

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Posted: Jan 2011

About this poem:

Sometimes we seem to overestimate ourselves. Here may hide the secret of our bad luck.

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Comments (6)

niah9Auckland, New ZealandJan 13, 2011

I think lots of people would like a lower key lifestyle, but they are trapped, by credit and need to earn, but many would achieve a more balanced life if they understood the word humble. But we have also been brainwashed...but hopefully one day, we will be able to be ourselves, without peer pressure. Niah

marikiaOPTbilisi, GeorgiaJan 13, 2011

Thanks, dear, it was nice to have you comment. I wouldn't imagine this simple poem could have such philosophical context. And I appreciate it greatly.

pilgrimageofloveSydney, New South Wales AustraliaJan 13, 2011

Why? An innocent question.

Some people maybe very sensitive

Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaJan 13, 2011

Why Marikia...because there is a great deal of self interest out there and not enough poets. That's why.

Ladybee42East Liverpool, Ohio USAJan 13, 2011

you seem to be having a tough time now or is this just a poem that is unattached to your current reality? sometimes it is hard to tell the difference

marikiaOPTbilisi, GeorgiaJan 13, 2011

There is a speck of truth there, but this time I wrote for the joy of it, but forgot to mention not to worry about me.

Thanks, dears, for your kind words. Appreciation is never too much.

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