But why
Sometimes I wonder
The suffering, the anguish
The pain, the hardship
Why does it all have to be?
Why?
The
misery, the poverty
The
children, their bellies distended
Feet bare
and eyes protruding
Why?
The
mushroom clouds
The
bellowing rocks
The
belching chimneys
And there
are the trembling grounds
And the
rising waters
Why?
Mothers
snatch up their babies
They flee
before the invasion
Shouting
to the older ones to run
As fast as
their legs can carry them
But not
all make it
Children
separated from mothers
And wives
from husbands
Why?
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