Blame No One Poem by Ifeleye Ray

BLAME NO ONE
Who to blame
for the lost of the game?
for the low and high?
it's us, yes. you and I
sacred of the world that falls
fear for the life after that banished
exit of a joyful tale of His angels and more
for it is written but not finished
oh dropping stars and falling skies
frozen lonely nights and moody days
no tears left to cry
but the call of menace in our days
this is the choice of our lives
path we follow and choose
clinch unto our sides like bees to the hive
we chase the truth but welcome fools
blood flow amidst us all
and our hands are stained by it all
our Pope roams the street with a machete
imam with the riffle in the mall
doom wrapped in attractive colours
flames we light that touch the sky
how pathetic now that evils fall
blame no one for this time never passes on