Every day, every hour, and every minute
One asks why to God
I wonder why
Why is still a question
Or a habit to every nation
We don’t ask God if we’re over the moon
So why do we ask if we’re on the ground?

Every day the question is why?
Why these? Why that? Why those?
Why me? Oh God!
And we forget to ask ourselves
The same question
We don’t ask why we commit sins
But we ask God why he punishes us
That’s why I’ll not ask why at all;
I know that my sins
Bring punishment upon me
Why is not a question anymore
But it is an insult to God.