The Cause of the Casualty

The cause of the casualty

Is not and was never

Under dispute

All factors and or witnesses recognize the party

Of whom guilt is most likely

To be awarded

And that party it would seem

Beyond a reasonable thought

Would be you

Or so it seems

This being early in this tale of forlorn melodrama

This is the direction those fingers point

At any rate

Some fingers wagging also, in chastisement

While the casualty or victim

Almost forgotten

And the mob so baying for blood

Only has the word of one

Telling them which way to point

The pitchforks

Namely I

Your once closest friend

Now enemy

Said casualty is boxed up and ready to roll

On its final journey

Too bad it can't speak

And the majority fingers of those moral majorities

Do seem directed at your sagging frame

The probability of all your problems

Flowering into further growths

Seems assured

A jury of your peers assembled on the streets

Baying for blood

While the true cause of said casualty

Smiles

Such a tight formal smile

And watches on delighted

Namely I

By: Daniel Smallegange