Guilty

We are all guilty.

Who can claim innocence

From the crimes we've committed?

Yet no one has admitted

To one word that's been said

Yet we are all responsible

For the people who are killed and dead.

Your friend?

Your family?

A neighbor or peer?

At the end of the day

Whether it's foggy or clear

Our hearts will contain

Every trace, every stain

Of every act

That we are unable to retract.

It's as if we tied the noose

Knotted tight so it could not come loose

As we vilified and ridiculed again and again

Like it wouldn't matter in the end

Despite the swinging body in the air

That we watched as it hung up there

And even then we could not hold back

Pointed fingers stretched out to show

That we were so smart

Yet how little we all really know.

For every victim we sent to the gallows

There should be a thousand criminals

Who shamefully rose

But no one will ever oppose

Any word they said

And no matter at all

The victim is already dead.

It happened once

It could happen again

And for all those who were killed

What will be of their end

We stomped them without shame

As we threw around their name

And danced on their grave

From the burial we gave.

None of us are innocent

We will all be held to trial

But until that day

We'll carry on for a while.

And what's even more ironic is who the criminals are...