The Blame

By Bruce Clifford

Standing tall after the fall.
Misguided beliefs in a pre-conditioned hall.
Subzero divides the heroes of fate.
Two worlds collide at the sacred gate.

Leaning to one side after the fight.
Wind and encouragement have us in sight.
Gestures and sarcasms own point view.
Not letting go of ancient attitudes.

There are no winners in this hurtful game.
There won’t be victory for anyone to claim.

Standing tall after the fall.
Tragic consequences discover it all.
Projected dilemmas hide every clue.
Mistaken realizations come from out of the blue.

There are no winners in this hurtful game.
There won’t be victory for anyone to claim.
All that is left is to hand out the blame.

©12/4/2023 Bruce Clifford