Why?
I asked that question over and over again.
And then every time they would answer,
Why not?
I shut my eyes,
I put my hands over my ears.
Their whimpers’ and cries,
They called out to me even though I tried not to hear.
Why?
I asked again today,
Why destroy them?
What did they ever do wrong?
Why not?
They bring us money.
They give us warmth too.
They would answer gleefully.
I looked away,
Their cries rang in my head
I tried to shut it out,
But they just kept on going.
Why?
I asked again,
Why kill them?
Why torture them?
Why not?
They make good ornaments,
They give us good food.
Why not? They said smiling.
Why would you hurt a tree?
Don’t they give us oxygen?
Don’t they get rid of carbon dioxide?
Don’t they give us a cool air?
Why would you hurt the animals?
What did they ever do?
Did they kill a million human beings?
Why destroy all God has given?
So I will ask again,
Why do you do this?And so what will be your answer?
- A question for everyone from Andrea Yong
