POiNT THEM OUT

I wish I knew how to say it

But every time I open my mouth

The things I’m trying to share

Ain’t in the words that I put out

(Apparently)

I mean - maybe my points ARE clear?

Maybe ya’ll just cannot hear them?

But you all get ever angrier

The closer that I get near to them

Every time we single out another

We stand alone in the light of “shame”

While everyone else throws stones

Like “we’re” the one to blame

But that is just a fallacy

No-one survives the limelight

No-one “thrives” from within scorn

As they stand there as the highlight

Pointy-fingered masturbation

Is all we get when we “point down”

Pointy-selfie-adulation

As we stand with tilted crown

We have great histories repeating

Burned by fire as a “witch“

Burnt by worlds now gone asunder

In some oceanic ditch

Our cause is oft’ repeating

But we just never sort it out

We could fill-in each other’s gaps

But instead we point them out