Blame Game

Fast tracked
to be bigger better
faster richer
smarter quicker
meaner greedier

Nature our nurture
with a cunning twist.
For better or worse
we are on the path.
Not pointing fingers, but

to play the blame game;
for my money
you can't go past the Bronze Age.

Poetry by nice curtains
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Written on 2020-09-04 at 12:20

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nice curtains
Thanks for reading my poetry guys.............much appreciated! Really enjoy being part of Poetbay.

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Interesting take on our current horrid state of being. Nicely written.