What Is Right Is Right

I can feel my waters Stirred breath ready to shed my uncertainty serenity felt at my cerebral knowing the hurricane that is brewing along our tidal banks holding my calm precious aroused by complacent absurdity senseless ambiguity to keeping the candle lit or snuffed Society in peril sweeping winds of pretentious needs of our resistance greedy hands will cut swaths of verticil barren our hearts will be on the land our compass has come home for us to stand against the wailing cry my silence no more has ability though alone I may stand sometimes this hill is enough soon our gale could prevail I see layers built to last the weather seedlings blown against the shore’s beginning grown fearless against the tides push strong steadfast pathways taken through hard questions asked scattered across paroxysmal lands narrowed by corrupted lies still, what’s right by your lived creed what’s right is right, what’s Right with the wind 7-11-2020