a poem by james mcdonald

The problems not mine
I will not admit it
I’d rather blame you
You’re the reason I did it

And if you were more Godly and righteous and true
You’d admit when you’re wrong
I know I always do

And so with a wave we dismiss the suggestion
That we are at fault for the latest congestion
Refusing to see where the real problem lies
We sink deeper in sin
And God’s work in us dies