I love asking questions...some just need to be asked!
I look around at the people today
Wondering what happened to happier times
People die from making love
No one ever asks why
Children are shot while they play
No one ever asks why
Our heroes show people how to cheat and lie
No one ever asks why
Teens spend their lives before a lit screen
climbing towers and shooting innocent people
Death has become a game
No one ever asks why
Others have forgotten how to talk
Guns, bullets and knives speak for them
No one ever asks why
Kids learn to hate before they can talk
They listen to their parent's hate
and grow up not questioning.
No one ever asks why
People kill in the name of their God
although they all believe in the same god
No one ever asks why
Young men die on a field miles away
not knowing, and not asking, why
No one ever asks why
Our friends become our enemies
Our enemies become our friends
No one wants to just sit and talk anymore
No one ever asks why.
Why doesn't someone ask?
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 06:35
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No One Ever Asks Why
No One Ever Asks WhyI look around at the people today
Wondering what happened to happier times
People die from making love
No one ever asks why
Children are shot while they play
No one ever asks why
Our heroes show people how to cheat and lie
No one ever asks why
Teens spend their lives before a lit screen
climbing towers and shooting innocent people
Death has become a game
No one ever asks why
Others have forgotten how to talk
Guns, bullets and knives speak for them
No one ever asks why
Kids learn to hate before they can talk
They listen to their parent's hate
and grow up not questioning.
No one ever asks why
People kill in the name of their God
although they all believe in the same god
No one ever asks why
Young men die on a field miles away
not knowing, and not asking, why
No one ever asks why
Our friends become our enemies
Our enemies become our friends
No one wants to just sit and talk anymore
No one ever asks why.
Why doesn't someone ask?
Poetry by Rob Taylor
Read 794 times
Written on 2006-11-02 at 06:35
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