scapegoat
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Ever so corrupted
Is our society
We need to lay hatred to bed
Yet the others do not see
I have become humanities scapegoat
Its as if this earth is on mute
Its arms around my throat
You see, the hood was red for a reason.
The wolves had every reason to fear her. She was merciless,
no charm and no amount of begging would suffice.
She carried other things in that basket of hers.
My father stumbles in
Feet tripping over-
Heel toe, heel toe
At a quarter to 2
-Am, of course
My mother is asleep in her bed
