Karma Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

She built an army against me.
An army based on lies.
The victims,2 young children,
The damage seen in their eyes.

She pointed her finger at me,
But 3 fingers pointed back.
Her own denial,
The basis of her attack.

Karma will get you.
You'll reap what you've sown.
Maybe not right now,
But when our children have grown.

You put them in the back seat,
You put yourself first,
I gave them my best.
While you gave them your worst.

The dust will all settle.
The acts, carved in stone.
One will have all God's gifts.
And one standing alone.

For you played us all,
With your childish game.
Don't blame us for your actions,
You have yourself to blame.