Responsibility

“Who is responsible for
This horrid mess?” said
Every past generation.
The facts may change, and
The times rearrange but
The riddles are mere duplication.

No one seems to know
Which direction to go,
Although history shows the sad lesson.
But none are confirming and
Everyone’s squirming
And no one looks prone to confession.

The mirror grows long and
Reflections are strong with
The message it offers for free.
I’d like to blame hate
Or the fallout of fate,
But
Responsibility begins with me.

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