Framed

I was minding my ownbusiness;

Wasn't bothering a soul, or

So I thought.

Obviously, I was wrong

As someone else's bold agenda

Crossed my path atintersections

I was unaware existed untilnow,

This very moment as

Your finger points my way.

 

Innocence is fleeting when

An alibi is needed

And friendship carries littleweight

For guilty parties panicking

To take the fall and pay thewages

For their action, unprepared,

Helpless in their weakness,

Spineless, cold and scared.

 

So now you point in my direction

As you seek to transferblame,

Looking for a sacrificiallamb,

A patsy you can frame.