You are the cause
I am not, you are
They are the culprits
They are not, you are
Other tribes are responsible
No, its your tribe
The West caused the war
No, it originated from orient
Colonial master retards our progress
Yes, but the neo-colonialist are accomplices
The eastern ideologues caused poverty
Not at all, its the capitalist greed
Your religion caused the crisis
Far from it, its yours
The drama goes on unabatedly
Across the cyclical globe
Fingers point to another
No one accepts responsibility
Everyone wears Adamic garment
Everyone sanctimoniously claims innocence
We are all responsible
Each one deposits a quantum
That crystallised into igneous of rots
No one is innocent
No one is a saint
There are motes in our eyes
Every nation, bloc, race, tribe, tongue
Are by commission or omission reponsible
The other four fingers point to the owners
Excellent! Every man is responsible for his misfortune. The tongue that belligerently claims the other is guilty without scrutinizing its own fault, is paradoxically guilty too.
great poem...........powerful emotions.....................may people get the message behind!
A great poem, a powerful write, one day the world may get peace.
It's a case of the pot calling the kettle black...I preach peace. Thanks for this...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderfull and greatfully write. Kindly rate and comment my 8 poems only.