Some queries.

 Some queries


Why should I fast

If all the world is feasting?

Why should I die 

If everyone is living? 


Why should I stay 

If all go on holiday?

Why should I abstain

When there’s no refrain. 


Why renounce a wife

If the Gods don’t even care?

Why stay silent

If there’s music everywhere. 


Why save the planet

If others don’t give a toss?

Why save the planet

If without us it’s better off. 


Why do the wealthy prosper

While the poor ones waste away

Why so little justice

In this world or the next. 


You assume perhaps

I have all the answers

Sorry reader to disappoint

My stock is questions only. 

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