I wonder how can these things be;
I wonder where the King of kings lives;
The birds should know, the aeroplanes;
They fly so close to heaven’s gate.
I wonder why He made the world;
And put we puppets here;
And why He made some black, some white;
I think it’s so unfair.
The people of the world are divided, true;
And psychologically too;
Some absolutely sane;
Some perfectly insane;
Some for five minutes each day.
Why won’t death ever name its price;
What happens after people die;
which one’s real, which is an illusion;
The life we live now or the one to come?
I wonder why some poor folks have long life;
While some are rich and can’t buy life;
Some do not wish to be alive;
But these have long lives too…
I wonder why some don’t believe;
That the planet’s end is near;
Maybe they fear;
Or just don’t care;
If Christ is coming here.
This is how it may appear;
But this is never true;
‘Cos inwardly they fear n dread;
The whole judgment affair.
Good things happen to bad people;
Bad things happen to good people;
What can I say about this insanity;
Vanity upon vanity, all is vanity.