Tell me why when I get hurt
I feel pain
Tell me why when I cut my hand
I bleed
Tell me why I feel good when someone says
They love me
Tell me why I feel bad when people say
They hate me
Tell me why do I feel sad
When someone dies
Tell me why do I feel good
When I see a child smile
Tell me why the green jungles
Have turned to concrete
Tell me why people
Get older faster
Tell me why when it rains
It’s black
Tell me why there is no more laughter
In the parks
Tell me why is the old hooker under the lamp
So young
Tell me why is that young man
Dead
Tell me why the tides of war
Never die
Tell me why is the world
The way it is
Tell me why can we tell each other
Everything
Tell me why we can tell everyone
Anything
Tell me why isn't anyone
Listening
Walker
Friday, April 25, 2008
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