The wrong and right forever fight
Purity and flesh delight
Darkness with the light
With no clear verdict in sight
And when they said repent
I wonder what they meant
Paying sentiment
To leaders nonexistent
Easy come and easy go
You can take the high or lower road
Struggle to and fro
Until the truth becomes known
Morality is never clear
Most of your life is run by fear
Until the final hour nears
Shame and guilt alone will steer
Author notes
Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
A contest entry
- Oscar Wilde by stormchaser.
550 points, ended May 2, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Adding your comment: