Wherefore doth the bumbles be
and all the world a fantasy
filled with all manner of delight
drowning all in ecstasy?
Tell me, please, o lovely sprite.

Wherefore doth the people go
Off and away, yet they weepest so?
There seems no reason for them to cry
When this Earth doth always glow.
Wherefore do they cry out "Why"

Wherefore doth people lie in the ground
Where they move not, make no sound
While others watch as companions decay?
Their friends, family, under a mound;
Wherefore doth they fight today?

Wherefore didst my flowers wither
replaced by darkness here and thither?
These beings, once jovial, now suffer much more
The fortunate thrive whilst the lesser shiver?
O God, Their hopes be shaken to the core

Wherefore doth the people feel
pain, agony, lack of meal?
No requests made they preferring this state
Surrendering some, others howl and squeal
Wherefore must I decide their fate?