Wondering About Things Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wondering about so many things in this world.
Why can't we share and help mankind with bright
ideas and discoveries we find?
Why do the few with superb inventions want to
charge exorbitant prices for people to buy them?
It makes no sense.
People pay the price and are left without food
and necessities for their families.
Why be so selfish and greedy, where does it get
them in the end?
They end up like everyone else before them, being
buried in the ground, cremated or whatever they
decide to do while living.
There's no logic in their thinking that I can see
or find.