Why, why...Oh why my Lord?

Why, why....Oh  why my Lord?
Why was the question many of us asked
when we learned to talk in the tender years of toddler hood
And why is the question we ask even today in our graying years of life
Many of us would go to our graves still asking the question why?

If we could find answers to all the whys we ask
Who knows, we may not even turn to God to worship
that may be the reason, God has kept our questions unanswered at times
and made us to realize the limitation of our thinking and doing.

How can we not ask the question why
When we see what's going around us in this world
Why do some suffer so much and for too long
while some rarely know even the pinch of pain
Why do so many children cry out in hunger
while some kids in another part of the world diet to keep in shape
Why do kids growing up amidst abuse, hunger and violence
put in jail for stealing to survive or put food on the table for family to eat
while those in higher ranking stay free out in the world
 in spite of mega crime and corruption they've committed

Why, why oh why
That's why the world in hunger and injustice are crying out today
Politicians have failed them; religion have failed them
with no one to give them the answer and no one to come to their aid
they have turned their question to You, Sovereign God
Because they cannot see or hear You to find answer to their misery
they keep doing what they know to do and go on crying which no one see or hear.

Is it fair or is it right, my righteous God?
That's my question for You today
It's easy for me to tell the poor and abandoned, to trust in God and to take comfort
But, if I'm in their shoes, I too would snort and walk away
for if no godly want to look at me and love me not in words, but in  action
I wouldn't want to love and trust their God either.