Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Blame
Blame A bombing in Manchester, a six year old starved to death, a woman raped and killed by a cop. We demand enquiries. We need answers. We want someone to blame. Mistakes are made by authorities, by services, by individuals; they always are. We are only human. But we must learn and move on. Let the blame, the real blame, stay where it belongs; with the killers.
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Yes, I completely agree with that.
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Thank you.
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it’s a tough one, Hobbo: no easy solution; I often grapple with this one as you obviously do but I really don’t know the answer 😦 you need the wisdom of Solomon 🙂
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The wisdom of Solomon
The patience of Job
A masters degree
And a big crystal globe!
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And yet there are those who will suggest the “village” did not do its job, Momma was not attentive enough. I maintain had daddy pounded some ass early on and regularly, some villains would be less villainous.
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It’s a very complicated subject, as I’m sure you know SP, and all I did was sratch a little at the surface.
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Yes, maybe, perhaps. But you have put it out there to make people think. Many will (fortunately?) have to consider anything so severe. We all need to be aware of flaws in mankind and social systems. Scratch away, sir. It is your obligation as poemeticist.
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Thank you. I will keep scratching. Sometimes though, it can make the itch worse.
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Sometimes, yes, I agree, but at some point we must take actions beyond scratching.
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You mean like Dauphy; digging. Life imitates dog, again.
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You are pushing it. We’ve had already a coffee-spray. This is my last dry keyboard…
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Hehehe. Soz!
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