A Culprit Poem by Chris Tasie

You'd write me down
On the four walls in town
Perhaps with indellible ink
And on every signpost, I think
That your sibblings could glance
Throw me stones and call names
Same pages, some lovers would read
And learn lessons indeed

Call me on pages of history
Tell me to them like a story
I would take the blame any season
I am a culprit but with reason
It had better be this way
Wish you'd appreatiate it one day