Asking Why

Beneath a thin veil, so barely hidden
Eyes downcast do as they’re bidden.
Question once, question twice,
One thinks once would more than suffice.
But for the inquiry no answers.
Only punishment and shame, equally fickle dancers.
In all this asking, there’s no wondering:”why?”
Should there be a veil for those who haven’t died?
Am I already dead inside?
Why are we punished for asking why?

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