To The Accusers

To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
The mess that's left.
Because you allowed it.

To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to say,
Why did I see life that way.

Enemies!
You made them.
And gave them...
Reasons,
To act indifferent.

You believe,
Your life...
Is more right.
Inspite the sight,
Of your own degradtions!

To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
The mess that's left.
Because you allowed it.

To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to say,
Why did I see life that way.

Enemies!
You made them.
And gave them...
Reasons,
To act indifferent.

You believe,
Your life...
Is more right.
Inspite the sight,
Of your own degradtions!

To the accusers...
Self examine,
While you can.

To the accusers...
Your own lives lived,
You have damned.

To the accusers...
Self examine,
While you can.

To the accusers...
Your own lives lived,
You have damned.

To the accusers,
Who refuse to see...
Life as it is.
One day you will live to regret...
The mess that's left.
Because you allowed it.

To the accusers...
Self examine,
While you can.

To the accusers...
Your own lives lived,
You have damned.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

like people wearing blinders