Why?
Why is the world so corrupted?
Why do we always have to fight?
Why is the sky blood? Why is the trees green and tall?
Why do people have to die? Why is it hard to cry sometimes?
Why do we be feeling let down so much?
Why is there so much competition?
There's so many things you want to know but can't find the answer for.
This poem is about:
Our world
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