If onward to the Forest you had gone
To carry on yourself an Elephant;
If on return your leg did not tamper the tunnel of a Cricket,
Then, blame Him.
If beneath your care had been Weaker Vessels oh you Stronger Sex
Of whom came on your Tree to learn how to fly;
If your eyes did not possess lustful tears till they became freed Birds,
Then, blame Him.
If the string of finance you had held,
Its rise and fall lain in your care;
If you didn't back what your sweat don't deserve till you evacuate the system,
Then, blame Him.
If covered with roofs of riches you are,
With heap of coins that can make poverty commit suicide;
If yourself you will deprive pride till the glorious call you answers,
Then, blame Him.
If a Judge you've been,
Whose hands could reach any length in Justice;
If to the backyard you do not slide your Palm till you retire
Then, blame Him.
If a Preacher you are
Who takes God's words as daily watchword;
If till your grave time what you're preaching against will not be recorded by your shadow,
Then, blame Him....
Then blame any Wrongdoer
Then blame any Swimmer who has confounded the River!
©julliepoet
J