The Blame Game Poem by Edward Iacona

THE BLAME GAME
Edward Iacona


When choosing a different life path
One may not get just what they thought.
Even Columbus wound up somewhere
Other than where he sought.

She demanded her new journey
As her family begged her, 'No! '
And as witnesses to her false words and deeds,
She is reaping what she did sow.

One is accountable for their actions,
And with all due respect,
No matter books read and voices heard,
What the heck did she expect?

So here's a murderous little metaphor
That could be defended with vigor,
When someone gets shot; do you blame the gun,
Or the one who pulled the trigger?