It Wasn't Me Poem by Milton Johanides

When I read this
It wasn't me
When I sang this
It wasn't me
Love tossed away the greatest gift
It wasn't me
Who gave away the one decree
God given hope
And sound belief
Firing from a frozen shell
The beacon light of war torn hell
And bodies like the salad tossed
On graves where souls sit sadly lost
And she from night to me descends
But it wasn't me
The light sends
Only a dimly drawn desire
A flimsy flaming fire
Burning hope
Ashes hope
It wasn't me