I stand before the council with you as my unwilling judge,
It didn't take that much effort, just a little nudge,
You raise your voice to speak the final verdict,
All that I question is if I really deserved it.
Hollow these pocket filled with greed,
Know that it was you who planted the seed,
Corrupt is the system that dealt my hand,
How do I proceed amongst the lines in the sand.
On and on you drone in that contemptuous tone,
Hoping that the guilt might leave you alone,
Use me as a scapegoat for your petty crimes,
Whatever it takes to make you feel so sublime.
The words spread and reverberate all around,
Yet none I hear, they pass without a sound.
You sit on a gilded throne, wearing a tainted crown,
Condemning all that I am,leaving me to drown.
YOU ARE READING
Boredom Lead to This
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote when I was bored and had nothing else to do
