The Banquet of Blame
The system chuckles.reclining on the throne of torns
A goat is blamed. The goat bows,to whimsical abstract art in the sky-
he never ran once.
Security boss
smiles, signs awards, then escapes
in armored deceit of complacence.
Decrees swirl like flies—
yet gutters swallow the youth
before laws find boots.