Why must people kill, why must we poor die. <br />Why are they such scum, to the press they lie. <br />Why is my sister dead, why are these raids. <br />Why does another cousin, fall each day to AIDS. <br />Why is there no food, why did my mother starve. <br />What do they expect to gain, from the chaos that they carve.<br /><br />Aidan Ross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-34/
