much depends on who does the accusing
who the excusing, why one
is more to blame, more, than another,
one becomes a scapegoat, the other escapes
a share of blame, you must be first to point
a finger, shout the loudest, shrill and scream
make gross scenes, lie the most and boast
claim and exclaim cry weasel and wheedle
turn in side out and up side down, screaming
him not me, convince the media, edit the truth
mislead, misdirect with venom infect, reality
turned sour vanishes, discerning who the culprit
who the other, not even mother, can tell apart
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I would like to translate this poem
very nice with the word work.