Yet another expression of the enigma of wars and bloodshed.

Why, Oh Why

Why is this flower so sad,
Why do the dewdrops on 
Its petals seem like teardrops 
Of the sky? Why, oh why 
Does the sky cry? Why are 
The wingtips of the butterfly 
So red, as it supped on the 
Flower, sucked the nectar 
That from its roots extruded?
For buried deep, ages deep, 
Beneath the flowerbed 
Are the warriors and their 
Battlefields soaked in blood 
Uselessly shed, reeking 
Of wars of the holy books
That have lied about the 
Divine intent to glorify the
Deeds of evil men of dread;
I know now why the flower’s sad, 
The dewdrops like teardrops
Of the sky, the tinted red of
The butterfly -- all that need 
Never have been, but will be
Again, to ask: why, oh why?

(From The Unsung Log—© Ronnie Patel)

553. Why, Oh Why

About Ronnie Patel
Ronnie Patel was born in Bombay, India and is a published poet. For the last several years as a retired man, he pursues writing poetry, abstract painting, transforming his own photographs into paintings on the computer, playing golf for exercise, and runs a bespoke, private art gallery. Married, he currently lives in Berlin.
