If I find fault; it's not my fault,
That I'm not blind.
If I find fault; it's not my fault,
That I'm keen of mind.
If I find fault; it's not my fault,
That my hearing is just fine.
If I find fault; it's not my fault,
That I have a spine.
If I find fault; it's not my fault,
That I can speak my mind.
If I find fault; it's not my fault,
That you don't find me kind.
If I find fault; it's not my fault,
That you want to cry.
If I find fault; it's not my fault,
That you want to... die.
If I find fault; it's not my fault,
Don't ask me why.
If I find fault; it stays my fault,
This I cannot rectify.
(c) 2016 Copyright Elena Plotkin
I can not find fault with your logic or repetitive use of a phrase to get across your point Elena. Well said! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem shows the power of repetition. The repeated odd numbered lines are like drum beats in music hammering home the main theme, and long before the w-o-r-d-s have convinced of your position, the repetition has. I felt I was reading at the speed of thought, picking up speed as I became convinced your defense of your integrity was justified, in fact it was my defense as well.