If I Understood The Pain

If I understood the pain By which the gods weep rain Would I still be here Won’t I be with them So, what if I don’t know Would you ask me to go Why does the root watered Rot the same Why does the black cloud Shield the midday sun Why does a 14 year old Sell her soul for bread Why does a boy child Sleep by the road side Why is that grey gentleman Holding a placard written: Librarian, jobless, please help! And why, oh why did a woman die Giving birth... So, what if I don’t know Would you ask me to go