W is for Why?

This is another poem that I wrote when I was in high school. 

Why were we created?
Why are we born?
Why do we have to die?
Why does that make me cry?
Why do people get murdered?
Why do people kill?
Why does God let it happen?
Why? Why? Why?
Why is the grass green?
Why is the sky blue?
Why do birds fly?
Why do dogs hate cats?
Why does God allow war?
Why are children starving?
Why let the children die?
Why? Why? Why?
Why let the children die?
Why let them cry?
Why does one have so much,
And the other so little?
Why mommy, why?
Why daddy, why?
Why do the children die?
Why does God let it happen?
Why?
Some tell me why?
Why?
          Why not?