Blame (an anaphoric poem)

A male arm, clothed in white, reaches out to point his index finger at you. The white-skinned hand has a plain, gold wedding ring on its ring finger.

Blame the speed limit for the ticket,
the intersection when it’s run,
and the law for the crime.

Blame the bullet for the war,
the knife for the cut,
and the stone for the corpse.



Blame the prey for the hunter,
the wife with the black eye,
and the child for abuse.



Blame the clothes for rape,
the urges for her pain,
and the girl who said no.



Blame the victim.
Blame the system.
Blame humanity.



Blame anything but yourself.



 



~ elr

 




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