Why?

A heart that is not beating
A brain that is not thinking,
Hands that are not moving,
Eyes that are not seeing!

A child’s cold lifeless body immersed
In the amniotic fluid of a crying mother’s womb
Like a naked body curled up in a corner
Of a doorless, windowless room.

Death of an unborn son!
One precious life snuffed out too soon.
Gloomy like a day without a sun,
Dark like a night without a moon.

When you die, does everyone else die with you?
From darkness you come, to darkness you go?
This may be difficult to apprehend
If there's no beginning, why should there be an end?