Glimpses valleys

I could blame it on society
the way
they hotwired crime and
time in me
blame all the grime I see
on this dysfunctional society,
but no,
I take the bow
take the drop
the blaming thingy has to stop
and lo’
it stops at my door.

Dear Lord,
there’s no need to applaud
or make a sacrifice.

Nice init?
the righteous way,
taking control of what we say.

I think there may be some
who’d still nail me to a cross
and
take my voice away
then
leave me for a day or two
to see if I was dead
can you
believe it?

© 2019, John Smallshaw.