DR (09-11-1982 / London, England)

**way Of The Whys? **

Seahorse’s rise and fall
Oceans rise and turn
As the old pass by & the new does call
New spirits born as old soul’s burn

Gusts of wind spin our clock
Unbalanced time, aged and scared
Life is loosing a bleeding stock
Like the trail of a shooting star

We’re In the middle of the end
And still we fail to question why
We keep on stirring our evil blend
We scar our earth and pollute the sky

But still we fail to answer why
Money fuel and war
Comes before our failing lives
No more answers just more whys

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very beautiful....i like your style... excelent poem