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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