Thirty Days of Poetry(Day Eleven)

I don’t know why
i don’t know why
and the killers keep on dancing
and the dancers keep on begging
and the scholars keep on hiding
please tell me why
I don’t know why

and the writers keep on fighting
and the hustlers keep on lying
and the truth it keeps on hiding
I wonder why
i don’t know why

And the makers keep up with murder
and the doctors love what the inherit
I can’t see
but the seers think i’m gifted
and my tears are being licked
by those that have gone thirsty
and my scars are finally healing
by the scarred who find them appealing
i don’t know why