Why? Poem by Nicholas Weaver

Deity hates me, or does he,
You love me, or do you.
An unsolved mystery,
Of thoughts and feelings.
It ought God would not,
Shed a tear for them.
The ones he let die,
The ones that still cry,
Look at the heavens for the answer to why?
So why do we listen, for the words,
For the reasons,
For the ones guilty of treason,
I cry, why?
Sinner, saint,
Mourner, hater,
The broken, breaking others,
My crime, knowing why,
In my last moments,
Will I want to die?