Did you think you would tell
Your kids, why did you did what you did
Burn down a town
Stole a person’s life
A handbag at a time
A jacket, and a pair of shoes too

Can you explain how you sold your morals for gold
Justify the pain, as you ideologically explain
The reasons you lived in a society of distain
Your country , you made an enemy,  as the rampaged and acted insane

Believing the wrong was right
The bad was good
Will you justify the crown of thorns
And, the bleeding wound
You foisted on the righteous as a necessary evil
As demons weren’t there with tails and horns
But , they carried signs and burned flags

When your time comes to explain, will you finally take responsibility
Of the pain you caused, the lives irrevocably changed
Or will you just pass the blame?

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe