When will I listen? When will I learn?
The right to exist doesn’t equal the right to earn

When will I feel? When will I act?
The right to earn equals the right to a broken back.

When will I understand? When will I comprehend?
Rules once written in a rulebook, I can never bend.

When will I repent? When will I turn around?
It was the glint in my eye that made the Judge frown.

When will I go down, and swallow my bitter pill?
Before I can do good, I must stop doing ill.

 

 

 

Copyright Christopher J. Hudson 2014