I fight without strength in my soul,

moral battle between right and wrong,

tired illusions forming incoherent haze,

bitter dance in stockpile of evil and good.

I step into corners of the ring as

battle rages and I join the fight.

I step back with the striking thought

that I dwell somewhere in virgin field

between right and wrong with

shadings all crooked – can’t you see

the person I’ve always wanted to be?

I don’t want to search for the right words

for its wrong to think ideals are incorrect.

Falsehoods may have some truth hidden

by obscure light fading away out of view.

I’m caught in the middle of yesterday

with right thoughts without reason –numb

as I wait for the time to be right before

the glow is gone from the desiccated corpse

as the kernel of right shifts out of my view.

The battle of wrong vs. right is not colored in the tones of black and white.

It is not a matter of fact or fiction. 

An action through one intent may be viewed as right, while that same action may be viewed as wrong because of a difference in intent.

An action is not right because you say it is so.

An action is not wrong because you say it is so.

An action must be judged-not based on what is happening, but why it is happening.

Tell me I am wrong if you must.

They say that actions speak louder than words.

But I say that intent speaks even louder.

So before telling me I'm wrong, and even before telling me I'm right

Judge my intent.

The kids are grown my bills are paid

I drag myself to work

A job that fishes Medicaid

A lure that causes hurt

We don't seem to care, as we push them out the door

The helpless lonely souls in need

We salivate for more

Medicaid, Medicaid. Can you give some up?

Medicare, where's our share?

We have the big tent up

Ringmasters' sights

Sell drugs for lights

And we don't have to care, no we don't have to care

It's sad to know down in my heart

I'm not fulfilling purpose

Assisting thieves who prey on these

Poor people in a circus

I hope that I may touch the lives of those that I'm around

I'm feeling really down

I go to workAnother jerk, In make up of a clown