Why

By DB

Why are we fighting and killing
Over stuff that’s still going to be here when we die?
Why are we starving, homeless and asking for change
Instead of making billions with our million dollar brains?
Why do our elders talk bad about the youth that sell drugs
Instead of showing them something new?
Can’t they see the young only do what they know?
Why do we sit on our butts and pray ‘til we’re old and grey
For answers and opportunities that are never goin’ come?
Because it’s eazy to pray and wait for someone to give you something
N’ hard to think and take action
Frederick Douglass said it best:
“I prayed for freedom for 20 years and received no answer
Until I prayed with my legs”

2 Comments

  1. Prakash on December 14, 2015 at 10:29 PM

    What a powerful poem, DB. Your call for action instead of wishful thinking is paramount to achieving success on any level. I can only hope you take your own wonderful advice.

  2. Kathy on January 13, 2016 at 5:11 PM

    This poem caught my attention because of its title. Asking questions is really important — and “why” is the most important question of all.

    I like the way the writer uses strong questions throughout the poem. I also really like the way he answers them with a quote embedded in the poem.

    Thanks for sharing this poem.

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