Why Risk It Poem by Kevin Cui

Sometimes, I want to just let go
Because I already know
That I'd rather ensure I go far
Then to follow a star
I'd rather be happy and go low
Then go high and have to undergo
something bizarre, that'll leave a scar.

What is the point
if our source is just to exploit
What is the point
When we kill for coins?
We kill others,
We kill mothers, brothers
and drain them of their colors.
What is the point?

Why is it all for money?
instead why not for something funny?
Something that'll make us smile
Or something with style?
Why are our ways so hostile?
Instead of being versatile.