I polled myself-- a single throng-- With two choices--right or wrong? When wrong was loud and right was soft, Wrong was the one I held aloft. . . But then I saw it wasn't right-- The crowd went quiet; the voice was mine.

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I polled myself-- a single throng-- With two choices--right or wrong? When wrong was loud and right was soft, Wrong was the one I held aloft. . . But then I saw it wasn't right-- The crowd went quiet; the voice was mine.
Categories: poems