"Why"
Why don’t I laugh
When a fool who acts tough
Falls in the rough?
Why does it sadden
Why am I befallen
It’s not me being harmed
Why am I alarmed?
He deserved such a crime,
But I feel like grime.
I never knew him truly
He hurt my friend badly
I was taught to treat others well
Never watch them swell
Than to explode in pain
Am I suppose to see that gain?
What’s right?
It’s not alright!
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