Anya Chebukina Poet I do not know?

It's Not My Fault

"Its not my fault!
I didn't do it!
Its not my fault! 
I didn't go through it"

The crowd is yelling
And pushing and grabbing
Some one just hit
What for? What for!

"I didn't do it
Its not my fault
I didn't do it
Why are you all so cross?" 

"Its all your fault,
You lying thief!
Its all your fault
Bring her to me!"

The man commanded 
and they all reached for me
"I didn't do it 
It wasn't me!
Its not my fault
Please BELIEVE ME!!!"

I pushed and shoved
Away from hand
That kept on reaching
Grabbing me

And then exploded a gunfire
And all went quite and still
The voice that spoke
Shook the earth

"She didn't do it. 
She wasn't there
The one you seek
Is me who speaks

I hid away 
To hide my shame
But after your cruelty 
I knew it was wrong

She didn't do it
She wasn't there
The one you seek
Is I who speaks"

They stared in amusement
Their mouths open wide
"Will will not hurt her
And you neither.

You showed us our Wrong ways
You saved a life
We're sorry if we hurt you
King of our lives."

They turned around 
and hurried away
I smiled at the king
Who smiled at me

"Speak"

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Anne-Lise Andresen February 28, 2012 at 3:29 AM Good one Anya. Sending a smile to the king, me to. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Kirby Magee-Dittberner February 27, 2012 at 11:37 PM It took me two reads to understand what was going on during the gunfire part. I think you meant the guy that fired the gun to be the same person that speaks, but it doesn't really sound that way. Anyway, I feel you rushed the end a bit, but I love the story you're telling =)  -KMD