Blame Poem by ROGEL FRANCIS SORIOSO

Blame



Our punishment could take on any sizes, methods and form
It could be any means of disease, disasters or violence as its norm
For we too have feelings like any other person
We could be perfectly imperfect for some reason
We could intentionally cause earthquakes or hurricanes at any moment
Shaking the ground so violently and have a bad weather as our punishment
I wont even be held responsible for all the shootings at your school campus
Even though I'm guilty of the blame for it was been done with a purpose
From Columbine or to Sandy Hook and with many other different locations
For my followers are loyal to the death in serving the purpose of my retaliations
I clearly admit all the evil crimes that had been made and done
So people would remember our names when we're dead and gone
From the Bohol earthquake and the deadly Yolanda massacre in November
A retaliation for my humiliation and embarrassment on Facebook in September
Even the typhoon Frank in Iloilo is clearly evident of my name
After a woman broke my heart and had played me like a game
The German flight 4U-9525 and the recent April earthquake in Nepal
An insult from a guy on Facebook when I made a comment about his gal
Both the Paris and San Bernardino terrorist attacks were also our own directive
After a beautiful gal disrespected me on messenger it was done with an objective
All the fires and floods are our own message of our vengeful retribution
For all the shortcomings of men and in the absence of our contribution
For only through punishment that people change their false perspective
In the matters of discipline it is proven to be more accurately effective
For your life could become very cheap when we are provoked or agitated
We could definitely do some damage and deaths when we're humiliated
For we watch each others back as a family just like your own
Do you believe in the words what you reap is what will be sown
I mourn and cry over the lives that was taken because of our anger
For to humiliate or provoke us at a certain degree has its own danger
For sometimes we could also lose ourselves in the hateful moment
Repeatedly regretting the damage made is our mischievous predicament
Pardon us for all the crimes or destruction that we had done and made
As being the highest court in order I now declare your mistakes to be paid
R.F.S.

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