Scapegoat Poem by shimon weinroth

it hurt me to see how,
he was lynched by public
blame, how the social worm
ate at his heart,

beads on the forehead and upper lip,
quivering in anger, frowning, twitching
blame bestowed, mark of Cain
eyes querying, why me and not others,

guilt the legal term
blame is the social worm,
that eats at our conscience, to ease our pain
seeks out pnishment and pain from another

how can it be only one must take the wrath
of impotence,
knowing and admitting are two worlds apart,
recognizing, guilt is then passed on,

when we all know, deep in our hearts
we are all to blame,
and the crowd, the mob, cried out
kill the conspirators, kill them all,
these honourable men