Why is everything
the way it is?
How is everything
the way it is?
Why is good so
good and not the bad?
Why is bad so bad
and not the good?
Why is a sinner
not a savior?
And why is the
savior not some sinner?
Who decides what
it is?
Who
decides how it is?
When we do what
others consider bad,
Why do we simply
consider others mad?
What is right when
we do it,
Why does it become
a sin when others commit it?
Who gave us the
right to judge them?
When they judge,
why does it bug us?
We know the sun is
hot, science proved it.
We know the earth
is round, facts proved it.
But how can we say
that we are right?
Why do we consider
ourselves so prime?
When we rest, it’s
our respite,
But when others do
it, it becomes a crime.
Who said what is
right is right?
Who said what is
wrong is wrong?
The ones who said
its right might be wrong,
And the ones who
declared wrong may be right.
It is all what is
upside,
What we think, how
we decide.
Our supremacy, our
pride,
And the way we
conclude, who is right.
All I say is don’t
set aside,
The chance that
someone else is right.
This may be the
case where you are wrong,
This may be the
place when the other person is knight.
