poets confliction

Birds swooping through open skys.
The excited noise of childrens cries,
Through the fields chasing butterflies.
As I sit
and ponder
the where's and why's.

How could my pen write such lies !!

A plane dives through cloudy skies.
The hijackers scream while the hostages cry.
A bomb explodes, all aboard die.
Is it our place to ask god why?