"Right"

When the fight is given up

“Right” lies down

and suffers then the agony

of a homeless one.

Wind and rain, hailstorms, snow,

and the disregard of passers by

shatters so its certainty

and it weeps.

Tears mingle with the elements

but the world doesn’t end

and another day arises

to the same as before.

Day looks down again, again

but nought to do it simply stays

a witness to the tragedy

but no teller of the tale.

I tell the tale for “Right” should be

tall and proud and loved by all

and yet a vagabond it lies

in the gutter crying.

But one day “Right” will rule again

if you and me and lovers all

don’t in situ kill it

slowly and agonizingly!