Why is everything the way it is?

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.