Guilt
Guilt is a burden we exonerate
Ourselves from by excuses often lame
Enough to make our thoughts rebel, debate
With reason of the cause we would disclaim,
If only lies could be as potent, yet
An accusation still persists, and points
The finger at our negligence, to bet
Against the odds, we crack the frame, the joints
Split wood, exposing all the falsehood, such
A force denies us not, upholds the right,
And though we creep, we cannot alter much:
We were once dominant, now lose our might.
So deepest caverns open up to fall
Into, and thus admissions will appal.
