When Wrong And Right Collide Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A clash of hues, a fractured light,
Where shadows dance and truths take flight.
A whispered doubt, a ringing plea,
In moral storms, a restless sea.

The compass spins its needle frail,
As conscience weeps and virtues fail.
A thorny path where choices bleed,
And righteous acts to darkness lead.

The heart's a judge with trembling hand,
In shifting sands, it cannot stand.
For lines are blurred and edges frayed,
Where good and ill are overlaid.

A bitter taste, a hollow sound,
When sacred oaths are all unbound.
The echo fades of what should be,
When wrong and right collide, you see.