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I Wonder Why

I Wonder Why

Lately each morning I wake wanting to cry

Trying to figure it out

Don't know why

Pondering the cause, recounting yesterday

The day included cooking, cleaning

Nothing significant, everything okay

In the morning, at noon, at supper watched the news

Oh my gosh, no wonder I have the blues

Most of the stories are tragic and sad

Some information makes me mad

Stories of tragedies, bombs that mame

Searching for clues for who to blame

Political people covering their lies

Political parties refusing to compromise

Both sides claim to be right

Not giving an inch, so on goes the fight

Come on Congress, get your act together

No one side has all the answers to make things better

Together we are stronger, divided we fall

Come off your high horses You look silly, not tall

God must look down at us and shake His head

Men are fools, wish they would look to Me instead

 Gosh, I feel better, now that I have had my say

I am going to get down on my knees

Hope you will join me to pray

So maybe if we can find flowers we can share as busy bees

Like them stick together to create a world of sweet honey

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