Blame. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The empty streets with different names
But that was then, another place
And who am I to lay the blame
I helped this world change its face.

Where’s that respect we all once knew
Instilled in us so long ago
We’ve paid the price, look at your view
Clean your eyes and see our ugly show.

Kids once fought with fists and feet
‘til one was beat or out of breath
But now it’s knives that rule the street
And breathless now sadly means a death.

I find it hard to write these words
But these are all I have to give
To blame our kids is just absurd
We gave them life and told them how to live.