When the true north,
Of your moral compass,
The compass of truth,
Points south in stead,
Yet you are convinced you are headed right,
When right is diametrically alien to the path you're on,
What a tragedy for right,
To be on a path where the requiem for truth is said,
And truth is buried in the grave of relativity,
Recalibrate the compass Lord.
Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary
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