Why me?

Why me?

A Poem by Soren

Throw gas on a fire, blame the flame for its burning desire
Pull the trigger on the gun, condemn the bullet for what's done
Lean upon the blade, fault the knife for cuts it has made
Inculpate the baby crying, the weak for not trying, the wounded for dying
Blame the hammer striking the thumb, cut off your hand to make it numb

© 2025 Soren


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Added on July 21, 2025
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