Framed

I was minding my own business;
Wasn't bothering a soul, or
So I thought.
Obviously, I was wrong
As someone else's bold agenda
Crossed my path at intersections
I was unaware existed until now,
This very moment as
Your finger points my way.

Innocence is fleeting when
An alibi is needed
And friendship carries little weight
For guilty parties panicking
To take the fall and pay the wages
For their action, unprepared,
Helpless in their weakness,
Spineless, cold and scared.

So now you point in my direction
As you seek to transfer blame,
Looking for a sacrificial lamb,
A patsy you can frame.

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