Why Is It??

~*~ i know this isn't the best poem but forgive me cause its the first one that i have ever written like this~*~

why is it,
that all we do is complain??
while our entire life slips by??
spending all our days and nights,
and all we do is cry??
why is it,
that we seem to dwell on the past??
more than we do LIVING??
why is it,
that the good people never get,
when all there doing is giving??
why is it,
that "karma" never works on me??
why is it,
that a war is going on,
while rapistst walk free??
WHY IS IT??
that no one ever questions these things??
WHY IS IT??
that you bi*ch about your income,
YET you voted Bush/Chaney??
WHY IS IT??
that a** holes like them,
fuk the country beyond repair,
YET NO ONE QUESTIONS HIM???