Undue Blame

What is it that was said to me

With importuning glance of eyes

To herald hate in pageantry

Like boiling clouds on moonlit skies?

 

What can’t contrived for oppression

Could render me in disarray

Cast merely in supposition

As silhouettes that speculate?

 

The agony that words inflict

Never bleeds nor becomes inflamed

‘cept my heart accept the verdict

And bleeds the blood of undue blame.   

 

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