How many pains was one be forced to face?
How many others could ever even understand,
For even the same problems could differently effect each man.
Who will fill the voids in mother-less childrens hearts when their still of young age?
Who will give these kids such mention, later in life, when they understand their mothers sins?
What will the future be if not so much war and guns?
What does peace bring but procreation, so that our world would be over run?
When will The seasons be more than heat waves and rivers over ran?
When will our earth be recognized that its death will brind merely ice and sand.
Where will the expensive fighting lead us besides financial peace?
Where will the broke hearts be that cease to beat?
So why do we fight and why do we live?
Why do we die and why do we sin?
Why do we lose mothers and why do fathers leave?
Why do we consider ourselves crazy when its someone elses term?
Why do we continue and why dont we learn?
I must say that you asked some very deep and thought provoking questions. I must say that there are no real anwsers to them that I know of. I agree your flow was a little off. But the idea of a seris of questions was good, maybe you could add more like what you feel instead of asking only from the reader. Overall, this was good.
I like the questions posed...keep searching for the answers and you will find it. I didn't like the flow, more than once I had to go back to look and understand what you were saying. And sometimes the rhyme scheme didn't work. The heart of this piece is good though, sad but still very good. Be careful though to not sound like everyone else. You have a lot of talent. Keep at it.
Good questions. I couldn't answer any of them exept that I live to smoke weed and die. That's my purpose in life. This poem makes me think hard about stuff like this, it's kind of depressing. But at least I have a burning blunt to look forward to. Keep asking these questions, maybe one day they will be answered.