I didn’t do it, it wasn’t me
I didn’t point the gun
I didn’t start the fighting
Those people screaming
The sirens blaring
I’m still swearing it wasn’t me
The bombs they dropped
And they didn’t stop
All I could do was watch
All I could do was pray
And hope everyone was safe
In the midst of rubble
I hope they burn sage
To release the ghosts
That were too little too late
We think that time
Should make a difference
But the only thing it does
Is make an inference
Time will always pass
If you don’t learn
From the past
It still keeps looking for ass
To kick… bite…grapple with
It seems hard
To forgive and forget
The bickering and sass
The rivalries
The revolts
That are not my fault
Why are we left fighting
Our ancestors wars?
Why do bullies keep knocking
At our doors
Why do they beat it down
When we tell them to leave
Why is there a never ending
Trick up their sleeve?
How oh how
Do we fight back in harmony?
Isn’t it enough
Just to say I’m sorry?
I didn’t do it
It wasn’t me
I didn’t point the gun
I didn’t start the fighting
But here I am… standing
Bridging the gap
Between humanity
Right or left?
What is best?
I’d rather be inbetween
I choose neither
But I choose all
When we are divided
That’s when we fall
I’ll lift my voice
Because my spirit groans
Without a choice
Even though
My hands are clean
The blood is there
Just unseen.
About the Creator
Sidney Smith
A picture tells a thousand words, and a thousand words can paint a beautiful picture.
I have been a writer all of my life. It has been like an anchor for me to release emotions, process ideas, and escape into a world of fantasy.
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