I Keep On Asking Why Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

There are manifold 'f awful grudges,
That often troubles mine heart;
And binding it for knowledges,
Byond heavens and beneath earth;
Some feelings I saddles are more braver,
But I ne'er turne away from its Lion;
So wondrous for me to tame or think either,
I wonder at that lofty eyes of the sun;
That do stand to mop-up oceans`n rage,
Why are gauging clocks upon every walls,
Toils to count-it-down for my days;
And pray against me for blind nights?
_______Ofttimes, I wonder why,
Tho' my love's quiet as tomb's walls;
Humble, meek and like lamb, So calm,
Yet roses'beauty do burn her galls;
And do unplants them in Strife____
Her lips like fossils do glow;
And her mouth full O`arrant lies,
That she do swear to me astruth
She thus girds herself and quoth;
Truly, I love, ne'er would betray you,

I wonder why, At their worth______
Tho', the vermins are feeble people;
But farmers withholds all hath he away;
I wonder why, why and why______
Why sons of men are trustless,
Who do cry in loud prayers;
Against my quill `o go dead of ink;
Ris'gainst me every mornies,
To bewitch my head, full of foolery and bunk