Poem: Why is it?

Why is it?

This is an extract from an email I received a few years back.
Author is unknown. Source (of the full text) can be found here The Carolina Muslims!

Why is it so hard to tell the truth;

yet so easy to tell a lie?

Why are we so sleepy in mosque;

yet when the prayer is over, we suddenly wake up?

Why is it so hard to talk about Allah;

yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?

Why is it so boring to look at a Islamic Article;

yet so easy to look at a nasty one?

Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail;

yet we forward all of the nasty ones?

Why are the mosque's getting smaller,

yet the dance clubs are getting larger?

Do you give up? Think about it ....