There was a “bad” when there was a “good,”
But times have changed like dizzy moods.
Now men and children play with fire
With no worry of their final pyres.
To throw in laws and to oppress,
We have traded for the “second guess.”
Prevention has come after the crime,
Because to do otherwise takes up time.
Blame has become our money,
To find its owner is sweeter than honey.
We trample lives and condemn souls,
When all the time the “blame” was ours to hold.
