Blame Poem

I blame no one I know.

No one I know is struggle-free.
We all have troubles ...trifles
whether rich or poor
black or white
gay or straight.
They're all the same.

No one I know doesn't long to be free
of danger and of debt
of hope or regret.

No one I know doesn't pray to something
- long for someone
love
fear
cry.

Yet even as this whole world is blue
with water
we are parched.
Scorched.
Raped.
and plowed over;
And so many scramble
to keep alive
to feed their children
to smile
to lick their wounds
Even as they parch
and scorch
rape and plow.
No one I know has been anything but beautiful
victims of the unseen.