WHO IS TO BE BLAMED?

In one accord,
Staring at each other mutely,
Searching for the perfect one to blame
But there was none.
They sat in silence,
Still seeking blame.

They watched the white clouds, so full of laughter,
While the ground lay burdened with pain.
They asked, “Who is to be blamed?”
But no voice replied
So they stood still,
I'm still searching for blame.

They looked ahead
And saw the river flowing
Like falling treasure.
But the swamp stood still,
Like a lost soul wandering.
Again, they asked,
“Who is to be blamed?”
They all whispered,
But no reply came.

At last, they scattered,
Seeking blame that was never found.
Tomorrow whispered, “The deed is done
There is no one to be blamed.”
And the swamp agreed.
So they returned
Each to their own refuge.