Why?

Why do we not listen?
Why do we not hear the sound in the distance?
Why do we feel we have to talk over a whisper?
Why can't we hear a voice a little more crisper?
Why do we doubt?
Why do we feel we can go without?
Why is this all that life's about?
Why do we want more and need less?
Why do we not already believe that we are blessed?
Why do some of us believe that greed is the only way to bleed?
When will stop the violence?
And will we start bowing our heads in silence?
When will we start to believe?
When will we start to grieve?
How...