quickly
you must choose
between right and wrong
if you get away with it
was it right
or were you lucky
evil comes in many costumes
some smile
some pat your back
you must dress appropriately
for every task
in either white, black or gold
the truth is unbiased
it watches you from within
when you go without
the radio presenters yell at you
the news of you
you have become evil
god turns his face
like a grumpy old man
you have shown him no reasonable excuse
the pirates laugh
the women smile
you have found a home
slowly you look in the mirror
a fat face stares back
too many fingers in too many pies
you scribble down your signature
I am in!
now your hands tie
then finally in old age you look back
brows crease
you have to live this one down
so was it right or wrong
to choose in relativity
you feel it in your gut
and now you must own your shadows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One must owns his shadow. Thanks. good poem.