You Fell For It Poem by Ricardo Flores

It was your set-up.
I went along with it,
I should of known it.
What i had done has no significance.
You taunted me to do it.
Now you blame me for it.
They told me to shoot straight,
don't pull the trigger, squeeze.
A kill is what you wanted,
but it was done by my hand.
Now you blame me for it.
But he did not die,
he is at my side to frame you.
He is my brother,
and now you are dead.
it was your set-up,
but you fell for it.