Why do I ask? 
Why even attempt? 
When all I get is a sneering glance
And a scornful grimace? 
I ask, I question, 
What I not understand, 
I guess neither they know
Why they put up with such farce.
For it is insane
Yes, it must be, 
And I must add quite unladylike too, 
To ask a simple 'Why'.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Why ask the question? Only to be greeted with a scorn. It happens all the time. A good poem.