I Am What A Romantic Movie Is

The Question Is Very Understandable, But No One Has Found A Satisfactory Answer To It So Far. Yes, Why Do They Make Still More Gigantic Planes, Still Heavier Bombs And, At The Same Time, Prefabricated Houses For Reconstruction? Why Should Millions Be Spent Daily On The War And Yet There's Not A Penny Available For Medical Services, Artists, Or For Poor People? Why Do Some People Have To Starve, While There Are Surpluses Rotting In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?

I Don't Dare Do Anything Anymore, 'cause I'm Afraid It's Not Allowed.

How Wonderful It Is That We Can Start Doing Good At This Very Moment.

And Finally I Twist My Heart Round Again, So That The Bad Is On The Outside And The Good Is On The Inside, And Keep On Trying To Find A Way Of Becoming What I Would So Like To Be, And Could Be, If There Weren't Any Other People Living In The World.

I'm Sentimental--i Know. I'm Desperate And Silly--i Know That Too. Oh, Help Me!