Why

“Why do we like to kick the legs of the chairs we’re sitting on?
Why do we have idle minds from where grisly ideas spawn?
Why, when someone’s down the hole, do we throw a fire and grin?
Why our judgements are deemed noble, but free thinking’s a sin?
Why do we try to grasp the tail of chaos and not let go of it somehow?”
” Because kid, you like doing it, don’t you now?”

” Why do we like to bark about someone behind their backs?
Why do we squeal about other’s flaws, but not ’bout stuff we lack?
Why do we blurt disparage without a filter of conscience?
Why do we slay the guy who rebels against all of these nonsense?
Why do we try to grasp the tail of chaos and not let go of it somehow?”
” Because kid, you love doing it, don’t you now?”

” Why do we slash the wings of infant souls before they fly?
Why do we inoculate their little brains with ideas sly?
Why do we accept bribes with teeth out, the problem’s when we’re to give?
Why do we expect all to forget, but not when it’s our turn to forgive?
Why do we try to grasp the tail of chaos and not let go of it somehow?”
” Because kid, you want it from your heart, don’t you now?”