Genie as a gift

I was sent as a gift
To the birthday kid
To show him life
In his new decade

My first touch
Had to be
From the
birthday kid

But I was touched
By someone else
Instead of joy
I brought death

Instead of having
A birthday gift
A death warrant
Was sent to his best friend.

I came out of
My golden lamp 
Tried to apologize
But all fingers pointed at me

What am I suppose
To do when they
Ignore the rules!
C’mon it wasn’t my fault.

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