A Veces Me Pregunto Yo
A veces me pregunto yo si en vez de odio y de rencor no puede hacerse mas amor!
A veces me pregunto yo por que un negro habra de ser solo inferior por su color!
Y a veces me eh de preguntar por que a patadas trataran a los perritos callejeros sin hogar.
A veces me pregunto yo por que la gente abandono al inocente ser que sin querer nacio.
Como yo hubo quien no lo penso.
A veces me pregunto yo por que sera que se arranco para dañar la pobre flor.
Por que los hombres con afan aquellos arboles que dan su buena sombra cortaran.
Y a veces me eh de preguntar por que hay tan poca caridad por que es la fuerza la que impone a la verdad.
Por que faltando lo esencial a de triunfar lo meterial y el que persigue un ideal acaba mal.
Pobre de éste mundo actual.
A veces me pregunto yo porque la prisa se invento y tanta gente se mato.
A veces me pregunto yo si un muro debe separar los que se quieren abrazar.
Y yo me vuelvo a preguntar por que millones gastaran en cosas que de angustia nos haran temblar.
Ellos podrian repartir para aliviar tanto sufrir y el mundo de lo malo revivir.
Tu tambien lo puedes pensar.
Y tal vez podamos ayudar.
Sometimes I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder if instead of hatred and resentment there can't be more love!
Sometimes I wonder why a black person should be inferior only because of his color!
And sometimes I have to wonder why they kick the homeless street dogs.
Sometimes I wonder why people abandoned the innocent being that was accidentally born.
Like me, there were those who didn't think about it.
Sometimes I wonder why it was pulled out to damage the poor flower.
Because eager men will cut down those trees that provide good shade.
And sometimes I have to wonder why there is so little charity because it is force that imposes truth.
Because if the essential is missing, the material will succeed and he who pursues an ideal ends badly.
Poor of this current world.
Sometimes I wonder why haste was invented and so many people got killed.
Sometimes I wonder if a wall should separate those who want to hug each other.
And I wonder again why millions would be spent on things that would make us tremble with anguish.
They could distribute to alleviate so much suffering and the world of evil revive.
You can think about it too.
And maybe we can help.