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Guilty Innocence
Who is to blame?
Pure snow stained with stubborn greed.
Blissful ignorance warms your hands,
but the warmth doesn’t spread much further.
Your heart is frozen.
Don’t acknowledge the suffering.
Don’t get in the way.
Stay away from the blame.
Save your status.
Save yourself.
If your stomach is full, no one is hungry.
If your teeth aren’t chattering, no one is cold.
Don’t look into the eyes of the dying.
They want you to feel guilty.
Don’t feel guilty.
You haven’t done any wrong.
Who has done wrong?
Quickly, find someone weaker,
find someone poorer,
give them the blame.
Who is to blame?
Clear skies polluted with careless lies.
Don’t give in to their pleading looks.
They’re exaggerating.
They want you to feel guilty.
Don’t give them what they want.
You’ve worked for the life you have.
You deserve the roof,
and the walls,
and the windows.
Close the windows.
Don’t look out.
Don’t look at them.
If you don’t look, they aren’t there.
Turn your back, they aren’t there.
You haven’t done any wrong.
Why would you think that you’ve done any wrong?
Quickly, find someone darker,
find someone different,
give them the blame.
Who is to blame?
A sweet smile corrupted by inequity.
The world isn’t right.
But who has done wrong?
Open the windows.
Look out.
Look at them.
A sea of emptiness in each pair of eyes.
An ocean of fatigue in each drooping frown.
They’re tired.
They’re broken.
The world isn’t right.
But please, don’t feel guilty.
You haven’t done any wrong.
Close the windows.
Lock the doors.
This isn’t your mistake to fix.
Quickly, find someone selfish,
find someone guilty,
give them the blame.
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