Sometimes we blame the outsider
For anything different or new
We can’t see ourselves being hoodwinked
When it’s drip fed syrupy sweet
It’s easier to charge the other ones
Whoever they may be
Lives lived differently there’s suspicion
Blame wrought by change.
You’ll see so many with the label pinned
Of vagabond, gypsy, witch
But you see in the eyes of the accuser
The fear that makes them twitch
In these different days there’s one thing
We need to accept
That being a changer is not a crime
Ailsa
©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2018
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