Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Why?

The young always ask questions of

Why is there so much war and hate

And not enough of peace and love?

For answers the young always wait,

Hoping someday the truth to know

To be a truth of good not bad.

But that day never comes, and so

Answers hoped for, never be had.

And as the young become old, there

Be the same questions from the young.

But no good answers old can share,

So old must lie or hold their tongue.

Less peace and love, more hate and war.

Why is still asked as asked before.