Sometimes just got to ask..

#X.

Without a doubt,
i have so many years
left to count. Got a
crooked eye, walking
like a crab. Seeing
all to see, pretty flower
seeds, and dirty rotten deeds.
Sometimes just go to ask, Why?

American blood, it's quite
diluted. See the hate when
you're borne a certain race.
See
the love, when you turn
kneel and wait, crying face.
Sometimes, just got to ask, Why?

Work all day, to
worry all nights Fraid
can't catch up, Afraid
of the left, left, Right.
Dew develops
on burnt bodies
and charred ashes.
Troubled minds, and
hatred that is taught.
Where does it come
from, all this hate?
Sometimes just got to ask, Why?

chadwick

very nice.
i do like this.