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People just need a scapegoat
For their trouble and bad luck,
What difference does it make who crossed the road -
A cow, a sheep, a black cat or a duck?
There was a cat,
He was pitch black,
He was looked at
As a bad luck.
It wasn't fair,
It wasn't smart
To judge by color
The poor cat.
He was so sad
To live astray,
He wasn’t bad,
Why run away?
One thing he dared
As getaway -
He changed his hair
From black to gray.
There was a cat,
So cute and grey,
He was so glad
To make his way.
I have to tell,
He is looked at
As nothing else
But gorgeous cat.
People just need a scapegoat
For their trouble and bad luck,
What difference does it make who crossed the road -
A cow, a sheep, a black cat or a duck?
March 24, 2022
I wrote this after hearing about the moving experience of an actress's ordeal. May she remember to stay true to herself and to remain honest and authentic. Keep shining.
We're sent from heaven above
By Michelle Morris
01/12/2025
You say that I'm a great actress
But ridicule my honesty in being
Somehow you expect duality
Wanting me to separate from my feelings
It doesn't seem to matter
That I am human and I'm real
You think that if you're hurtful
That I'm like celluloid and can't feel
You want beauty without nature
You want honesty without the truth
You want emotions without feeling
You want a robot dressed as human
What is it that you fear so much?
What buttons are my emotions pushing through?
What about me is so fearsome to you?
What about my womanhood is taboo?
Somehow I've got to thinking
That your problems aren't with me
I'm merely the one you scapegoat
You feel naked with my truth and freedom
My light is overwhelming
My impact is beyond yours
I live a life that's authentic
I'm remembered and adored
Maybe one day you'll feel it
Maybe you'll see beyond your vision
That we're all important and worthy
What we do matters for God's mission
Maybe one day you'll know it
Embrace kindness and joy and love
You'll accept that we all have a purpose
That we're sent from heaven above
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Chalk up the above
tummy knocker round
motley fool whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the Golden Fleece
shielded me against
Tormentors of Torghast even after
becoming gratefully dead,
struck by lightning bolts well greased
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed
Scottish tartan mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this April 6th, 2022 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
Thralldom etched in *****sapiens (mine) DNA
Though your true blue stated civilian
never enlisted nor impressed,
nonetheless I own an opinion
originally embarked on poetic quest
to express purposelessness,
when soldiers rest
at peace i.e. eternally,
many attired courtesy
smart uniform strong with zest.
Psyche steeped, macerated, brewed
as token scapegoat, cue
trumpets Don to toot
courtesy more'n one
nasty shortish brute
weasley chastened me
round mulberry bush
said monkeys chased scaredy
cat me... point moot
regarding... rung me
ragged standing astute
adjacent Thomas Jonathan
"Stonewall" Jackson
(Confederate general during
American Civil War),
his own troops accidentally
fired on him during
Battle of Chancellorsville
in Virginia doth not compute
"friendly fire" unleashed during
one among many hot pursuit
part and parcel of wars,
since time immemorial
gung ho practiced soldier and/or
scared cat neophyte unwittingly shoot
pellets traveling speed of
sound bullet out - gunmetal chute
ordinarily pardoned distinct mistake
versus homicide statute
nonetheless...about
thee (rhetorical question), wherefore
art thou purpose to war,
those slain now paid tribute
since major hostilities of
World War I formally
ended at 11th hour of 11th
day of 11th month of 1918
yet... I question military conflicts
battle hymns constitute
legacy e'er since Homo
sapiens stood erect,
many soldiers of misfortune,
sons of destitute
versus wealthy heirs accepted perception
that war was "a rich man's war
and a poor man's fight"
countless generations ago
deserters fate would mean execute
"the bastard," even second decade
into twenty first century
once sworn in at basic training,
getting discharged (vodka luck), but absolute
zero tolerance quitting before
duty commitment desertion flagrant violation,
no easy task leaving service minus
tribunal meeting severe to prosecute,
thus joining military unlike
accepting any other job
punishment greater than Das boot,
yet patriotism, née jingoism
not ideal, viz conflict resolution,
verstehen, or did this wordsmith convolute?
# baptised in fire forced to drink bleach ~ tongue lost for words cancer speaks beneath #
Here comes the man, with unbreakable bones,
A brain of sawdust, muffles out his groans
Simple minded guy,
statuesque on the eye
Perhaps none too wise,
so was chose for sacrifice
There he goes, old twinkle toes, bobbing along
Never says a crooked word, nor puts a foot wrong
Upstanding chap,
til corruption set a trap
Forced to take the rap,
on him handcuffs slap
Here he comes again, his spine broken and bent
Never noticed that before, or the sterile scent
Still doesn’t know why,
for he never told a lie
Witnessed someone die,
but had no alibi
There he goes again, blending in with the dark
Can’t stand the spotlight, shows up prison marks
Such indelible stains,
God knows why they came
Numbers replace his name,
only a scapegoat remains
By
David Kavanagh
Sometimes, I do opine
To secure, to establish my rights;
Peace is an eglantine,
Advising to cease the age-old fights.
We all become a pensive pendulum
Between human rights and pure peace;
This dilemma must, must be overcome;
We must, we need, we'll obtain bliss.
In the era of such decadence,
We need to claim our rights;
Still, bereft of over-confidence,
We can cease our prolonged fights.
We do, we do need an antidote;
What can it be then? What?
Let's not become a stupid scapegoat;
We must try none to hurt.
As long as we all do exist,
There must be both war and peace;
Ourselves we must restrain and resist;
Philanthropy brings us bliss.
I am none, or I am many
I am a sound of letters in the mailbox
I am a wishful dream that heaven was ensured
Yesterday.
I am a drop of salty tear
without a scope to survive
I am a cover page of a journal,
where I kill the beast
And as a scapegoat,
justify the gruesome killing
again, and again
I am a hope,
yet to know
how to spell or pronounce it
in a worldly manner
I am an hour of tranquility,
In a busy world
with a definition of
pulchritude in mind,
Defined only for me.
I am a childish yearning, a naivety
That kisses a wiser, enduring ground.
The most vulnerable being, an I
Before dying for that heavenly sound.
He wrote many a Hollywood flick
But he didn't comprehend
What really makes bad men tick
The motives to the bitter end.
He thought that need made burglars rob
He was stuck believing the golden rule
He couldn't understand the pile-on of the mob
He couldn't explain a bully in a school
I took him aside, I tried to persuade
That there are people who
Think hurting others is worth the trade
They're not like me, they're not like you.
There were propagandist puppeteers
and some who want all of us to believe the same
People who want to open the gate
To an old scapegoat blaming game.
His scripts had folks big and mean
But badness comes in shapes and forms
The beautiful, the ugly, and in between
Inside the mind, circling storms.
I showed him many compromised
The price for them of truth too high
They'd get stuck in their own web of lies
The rest must keep their powder dry.
So he wrote a script that examined the soul
It adhered to the way things really are
But nobody would touch it with a ten foot pole
Because Hollywood ain't a mirror, its a star.
Do we know the sea in which we swim
Do we really understand mankind
The whirlpool that we've plunged in
The savage leading the blind?
My dignity MUST remain intact
while i conceal my lack of tact
i will still trust my instinct
to give up my “pleaser” stint
So in this particular instance
i CHOOSE to stay firm in my stance
against all this negging going on
Just give over with the egging on
I simply refuse to oblige
Your offer to indulge
in the tussle and rumble
inside a mud pen rife in grumble
I'll have to turn down for now
I just cannot afford, to allow
you, to nudge me into reacting.
From the way you keep on acting
i can tell you are really itching
to rip off all the stitching
where my heart was lacerated
the heat from your hatred
Is rather daunting for me
your words to this day, haunting me
Yet I refuse to be deterred
from my path, I won't be deferred
I'm intent on being true to my nature
i won’t hand you the aperture
to have me for your scapegoat
I won’t let you lay the base coat
to better showcase my unraveling
Your actions are rather revealing.
they clearly show ill intention
I refuse to give that any attention
I'd sooner revel in my newfound peace
build back my resilience by the piece
Soon, i will find a home for my presence
worthy of my energy and essence
I CHOOSE to align with values, that reflect
the importance of compassion and respect
Form:
They supported the Professors claim, which lacked scientific backing. His peers called him a Quirk, who is maybe a sister. He when asked of space travel and Warp Bubbles, he spoke of its existance, but would not fully speak of the opposition to it's existance.No one wants to be known as the scheme victim, only the mastermind to the scheme seems important.
He then said he refused to be the scapegoat in , when his facts were valid and findings were real. Space travel involved risks and elimination of every space debris was impossible."The creation of an invisible shield was the the right thing to research, the right thing to discover, the right thing to invent and the right thing to use!"
"Upon the shores of mearocrociy meet we stand united in agreement of this one thing!"
Professor Megayate of Lionionious
An Asyeriod in Vacco
Aria Company Number 12/3