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Questions Unanswered

How?
How can one be so carefree in a world so torn like this?
Why?
Why would you want to be so happy in this world, when you know that people are dying everyday while we are so lucky to live?
What?
What is to become of a world where we smile with our friends, right after hearing that a girl was raped today?
When?
When will we actually start caring about everyone other than ourselves?
Where?
Where is the hope of this world, when its time for us to grow up and face the world as it is, the world which they never tried to change or see?
Are you sure?
Are you sure you can handle such a crude place to live, where you’d happily sit at home, eat, then throw away the food you cannot finish while half the world is craving for the food you so easily throw away?
Is this really?
Is this really the kind of world to live in when you know that the beautiful scene you see out the window isn’t the actual world?
This world is so torn and sad, so then why do we laugh at the jokes that is said?
Are we really so evil and not caring of the world when we say that we are good people?
Are we really just hypocrites?
Or are we just hiding all these horrible vices of the world and just hoping that they don’t affect us?
What are we doing… in a world so torn like this?
Poem by SilentAmaya