Why are there murderers

Why is there Pain

Why are there people rendered insane

Why is there Kidnapping

Why is there sorrow

Why do we put things off 'till tomorrow

If you do not think before you act

Can you fix that by signing a pact

I wish we could all live with glory

And constantly forget the meaning of "sorry"

For one so young I'll ask you this

Why do we kill and do not kiss

I love my father, I love my mother

Why can we not love each other

If we did that, I just know

I would have trouble finding a foe

If we lived together, and neighbours, we knew 'em

I would not have written this poem