I accuse you. You are a man. You have blood on your hand.
You are the one who bashed your wife to death,
I accuse you.
You are the boyfriend who stabbed his girlfriend in the throat.
You are the soldier that murdered innocent children.
You are the man who drove over that child and drove away.
You are dust. I accuse you.
That man that strangled the little girl for no reason that is you.
The gang that conspires against the sweet child and
abused her repeatedly. That is you.
You are the dog that bites. You are the tiger that claws at goodness.
You make me sick and I accuse you.
You are the criminal you are the terrorist. I accuse you.
Come to me when you die.
My revenge is infinite for I am God and I accuse you.
Copyright © David Wakeling | Year Posted 2018
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