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Pushing Blame

Society would always need someone to blame
It seems no one has any fault to claim
Fingers point this way and that
When push comes to shove then its tit for tat

People are always right in their own sight
Its hard to see a black goat in the night
Truth is tainted with lies
Good is tinted with wiles

One's greatest wisdom is another's foolishness
One's farthest vision is another's shortsightedness
As faces differ so are attitudes different
You have what you prefer so don't resent

Dry skeletons grace spray painted cupboard
Four fingers point to you before one points forward
Unbalanced account stained with red letter
You say everyone is worse? You're not any better

Kay Ugwuzor
23/12/2014

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