Why is the world the way it is

Why is the world the way it is? When children are left alone And the daddies won’t come home. When the mama is on drugs, And her little girl can’t even get a hug. Because the mother is so high That even though the daughter tries to hide the pain she feels inside She can’t Because she is hurt so bad. Even the man her mom claims is her dad hurts her Instead of helping her. But only when he gets mad Because his wife is too busy passing out Instead of putting it out there for him to take. But I guess that's okay. Why is the world the way it is? When every time I close my eyes This pain has hit me inside That someone has died Or someone cried over the death of a loved one Because he was shot over something stupid Like a simple misunderstanding But instead of settling thing with words The boy, because he is just a boy, takes out a gun and shots that pierces a love ones heart Go straight threw but never drops The okays have to stop. Why is the world the way it is? When a 13 year old girl sells her body For materialistic things But never notices the realistic things in life Instead she lays there Legs open While the pervert climbs on top of her But instead of using protection he just does his business After he’s done She thought he would love her But instead he leaves her While she lays there hurt inside She repeats this action, but 9 months later A baby is born But the mother has no clue of a father Because she slept with so many boys No more okays. Stop the noise. So as I sit here Wondering Thinking of what to say In the future my lilttle girl will look up to me and ask me,"Mommy why is the world the way it is?" What exactly am I supposed to say?