Sunday, January 29, 2023

QUARANTINE LIFE: POETRY PROMPT---FAULT



FAULT 

When they kill us, it’s our fault

When we kill us, it’s our fault

While the creators of the game

(Worship weapons, bearing their names)

Sit back and laugh


When we make gains it’s our fault

When they change lanes, it’s our fault

While the instigators hide

Corruption, solely on their side

And add the worst to every victim’s epitaph 


When we speak up, it’s our fault 

Enough’s enough? 

It’s our fault 

While empathy decreases

Constant grief slowly releases

All the frustration many don’t dare to show


When we lose sight, it’s our fault

When they start fights, it’s our fault 

While hope is hanging by a thread 

Many antagonize instead 

Is there a place of peace and joy for us to go?

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