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POLARITY REVERSAL


POLARITY REVERSAL.

 I think my parents got it wrong because they were unlearned
From childhood I was whipped and starved
Just to teach me that right was good and must be preserved


But I grew up to find out that I had been wronged
For the the real world had its polarity reversed

Right was wrong and wrong was right
Good was evil and evil was good
The innocent was guilty of innocence
The criminal was innocent of his crimes
The selfless were deemed foolish
And the selfish were heroes

Blinded by folly I chose the wrong side
I wanted good and right to be the ones to preside
Good always triumphs or so I thought
From battle to battle I lost every fight
Until I was on the verge of committing suicide

And so I went on my knees and prayed
God I have chosen wrongly , I said
Nice guys finish last, I cried

The response was straight forward and liberating

‘Yours is a different race my son’
E.Y.

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