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.