Why?

I should be better,

but I’m not;

I should try harder,

but I don’t;

why?

the sun should shine everyday,

but it doesn't;

children should not starve to death,

but they do;

why?

we are imperfection,

in an imperfect world,

where lies are told

in the name of truth,

where innocents are

led to slaughter,

in the name of love;

we are just a beginning,

on a journey of

broken ends;

fantasies,

more fantastic than the illusion

in which they exist,

and still there is that

never ending;

why?

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