I look out my window

I see the bluebirds fly

Looking at the world below

I begin to wonder, “Why?”

Why do we fill the air with smog?

A gray pollution to hide the blue

Killing all the green plants

That collect the morning dew

Why do we cut down trees

That clean out all our air?

Leaving us to poison ourselves

Or do we really care?

Why do we product atom bombs

To blow us from existence?

Do you realize we could die

Because of one man’s persistence?

Our whole world could come to an end

All because of human ignorance

Why do we all act like this?

The motives make no sense

May 1987