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Right Is Wrong And Wrong Is Right...



Befuddled?? Yeah?
Don't panic I don't want to discombobulate you,
Truth is we all are befuddled and discombobulated,
What does it mean??

It means just how you feel at the moment,
Still not getting it?
Alright, Alright you just feel confused,
But this time a bit more.

Still not clear?
Alright let me explain,
But before that,
Shall we have a quick flashback?

Have we done any wrong in life?
Oh yeah a very few,
A very few which we failed to justify,
And many which was justified.

Oh wow that's great, isn't it?
But is the coast clear?
Have justification covered all our sins?
Of course yes, on Earth.

But what about the other side?
I mean after death?
Will God accept all the justifications?
God knows we lied and confused ourselves.

I know, I know, we are human,
But shall we at least accept our false,
We surely can correct many,
No no, not justify, I mean correct.

Just imagine, how many times have we misinterpreted people,
For being wrong even though they were right,
Was it because of our pride?
Yeah may be, and it resulted in right being wrong.

Shall we at least not use our wrong to say Right is wrong?
I mean our justifications would have unjustified another, wouldn't it?
True, people blame wrong like they were never wrong,
But let them deal with it.

Shall we deal with ours?
Let's be strong and accept and correct our false,
Cause even though we say wrong is right and right is wrong,
On the other side Right is Right and Wrong is Wrong.


-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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