answers are what I seek

answers are what I seek
when I probe the sea in your eyes
I want to know why
your skin is lined and wired
red and blue and purple
and more colours than a rainbow
holds
I want to know why
your body has become like
a painter's workshop
is it custom? is it religion?
answers are what I seek
tell me when man inhumaneness
became culture: a way of life...
was I asleep when
the world moved a step forward?
let me probe the sea in your eyes
maybe answers would fall
when your next tear drops
maybe answers would remain
as powdery or salty pellets
when the sun licks it
and dries it up for yet another