As I watch them go on,
to destroy what is strong,
I wonder?
Where on Earth it is I've gone wrong.
Whom will ask the Question?
Why did people die?
I am threatened on the phone,
for this I must not try?
Concerned for myself,
I can only be stealth.
Wise to their words,
I find them absurd.
Lies are abundant,
yet, still they are believed.
Where is the justice,
for those that still need?
Should all I have known,
Died, and I find.
That nobody cares,
for what has been done.
I am certain and with strength,
it is you I am sorry for.
You have turned a blind eye,
to those that still lie.
I ponder the worth of myself,
I bear witness to what was dealt.
Should Men no longer interest themselves in the "Why,"
then I shall contain my continual "CRY."
I shall remain in this body which holds,
the ability to gain even more such control.
To only ask the Question,
the simplicity of this I state,
"Who's next?"
