I HAVE A QUESTION

How we are there

I have a question
For the world and its dues
For the birches that dance all days
For nature changing with no clues
For the sun that burns with rays


I have a question
For the hemlock that cease the soul
For the night that slay the braves
For the land that lets a hole
For the braves who turns for graves

I have a question
For the lovely red garden rose
For it lovely and cool complexion
For its delicateness like naked w****s
For it forces fussing two into tension


I have a question
To all beneath the sun
And all that dwells beneath the sea
For their beauties and harms to scorn
And to unveil their misery for all to see


I have a question
I have a question
For all that loves to live with task
But not for nature nor it dues
Not for HE or who am I to ask.