Porque?

I wonder: What the hell are we
Thinking, the young ones. While we sit
Comfortably there's blood dripping, faces that
Cry, and hearts that burn. There are arms
In the air and fingers clenched in a fist
Trying to hold onto the freedom that
Remains

Fighting for our rights, for the
Earth. There's no reason for silence
Let's follow the path that the past left us
The future may need what the present is
Marked.. We can't abandon the voices
Of today and those of yesterday, the future is
Waiting. Let's move forward!

What we want won't come
For free, We have to pay with our
Voices, sweat, tears, and blood
This is an old fight, but it seems to have slept

Why?! I wonder and I ask you
Why?!