Poezja

Everyday
I ask myself
What’ll I’ve to do to be a true man ?
 
I ask myself
Why my life is for ?
Is it for wasting in a world full of war ?
 
I don’t understand
When somebody needs somebody
Why don’t we give a helping hand ?
 
Why don’t we possess a tender heart ?
Why can’t we feel the feelings of others ?
Why do we kill others when we can’t assure them help ?
 
Why, why we’re all the same ?
Why do we always pass the blame ?
Why, why does it never end ?
 
Is there something we’ve missed ?
Why we can’t just be friends ?
Why,why ?