Who is to Blame

Flashes seen, blasts are heard, screeching metal and screaming voices fill the air, horror wrought by coats and masks of black seen every where, some are dead, more lay wounded...so who's to blame for this unfolding scene?

 

Fingers pointed in pontifical blame, self appointed righteous­ness claims the alarm, illusory answers given to solution sought that more terror will not be brought...so who's to blame for this repeating scene?

 

Destruction, violence and disaffec­tion in daily macroscopic view, hurt and fear rule every where, people flee the despotic cleaning across the way, others thrown aside their differences not hidden from sight, and some, not given care and tenderness, are lost to growing sadness lingering always there...so who's to blame for those unclaimed?

 

Honor and bravo given to those donning warrior costumes of cam­ouflaged green and black, dark masks hiding self gener­ated glory as boldly in adrenaline battle the opponent is sought, so too, esteem granted boys of spring and court who rush to pound and bash when tempers rise and clash...so who's to blame when such is seen?

 

From sights on screens victims watched with unsympathetic minds, words spoken with scorn, sarcasm and contempt fill the ears, fists fly to punctuate the harm, the light grows dimmer, lives not to recover...so who's to blame when such is heard?

 

I might go on to list the ways, but does it not end with...who's to teach ownership, accountability and response-ability, who's to set the stage, write the scripts, paint the background and orchestrate the sounds....yes, who is to blame for this awful scene...isn't there enough to go around?

T.Condon, April,'99