I used to be brave, face the world fearlessly
Unafraid to point out the truth, ugly as it may seem.
My world was black and white, there was no room for grey
Honesty the yardstick, a measure for right and wrong.
I believed evil would be paid back in kind,
Dishonesty, with dishonourable discharge,
Lies, with consequences,
Sin, with punishment.
Moral values were taught in school, the same school that
encouraged being partial to some over others.
Kinship and love were touted at home, the same home that
bore a certain brand of discontent among its members.
“Be fair, be just, be forgiving, be kind!”,
Were among the other thousands of moral values
I was told to uphold in my life,
Every hour, everyday.
But there was no leading by example,
No respect among peers to learn from.
No forgiveness. No truth being told.
Just the carcass of a thousand dreams .
Today I see the world for what it is.
An amalgamation of good and evil,
A land where survival comes first.
Pettiness mixed with pious intent
A fragile film of trust and graciousness
Held together by social dependence.
The rights and wrongs have melded
Into an undefined mess.
Truth and lies existing in the same shadow.
Sin and martyrdom stirred together in a hot cauldron.
I see now that there are no well defined lines.
Minutiae of every moment is defined by multiple points of view.
There is no clear cut yes and no.
And thus, we remain forever in a puddle of
The compass may work fine
But true north has given up, left its position
And wandered south
Where it’s warmer, and more populated.