.....Why? ....

So many times I pass by this place As sun, rain storms and floods come and go But, you are always here and want to stay Why? At a distance, I stand watching you While you sleep in hunger and in pain. With my bleeding heart the silence asks Why? In contrast, the sky high rise building With sumptuous luxuries could taunt you And here you are in solitude and I cry Why? Are you too proud to beg for holy help As you ribs scream out for food’s sustenance. Does a mental illness scare others, is this Why? If I had wings to fly and soar to heaven I would plead and ask why you exist in poverty In contrast to the building’s affluence why?