The Accuser of men

We love to point the finger, Never taking responsibility for shame. The state of the world's a sight to see, But it's always someone else's fault, it seems. They pass the buck and shift the guilt, As if their actions never built, The problems they claim to despise, And yet they continue in their lies. Oh, how they love to play the game, Blaming others for all the pain, But soon they'll realize with a start, They must take responsibility for their own part. For in the end, when all is said, The world is what we've made it, dead, Or alive, a better place to be, It depends on how we choose to see it. ... This digital painting is a limited edition on-chain creation....View all