The Fight of ‘Right’

The sky this morning blushed red.
Perhaps from more blood shed,
this time halfway around the world
into ground that is being swallowed
by a rising sea.
A swollen sea fed by tears of agony
the whole world sheds
separately.

And who is right? Who is wrong?
We all sing a song
of disillusion,
confusion over who is right,
and so we spend our days
darkening and turning from the light
of love and wilting with hate.
Soon our days are night.
That, though, can change.
It’s not yet too late.

Fortune Teller

Take a look into your future?
Do you really wish to know?
The path that lies before you
and what direction you will go?

Tell you your fortune?
How well can you bear the truth?
Are you really so quick to brush aside
your quickly spent youth?

The future may be bright.
The future may be dim.
No future will you have this or any future night,
if you don’t live
in the moment you find yourself in.