Moral Compass

To be human is to be flawed,

to do wrong, to not know, to judge.

Yet to not right your wrong,

though time may have past – 

flown away with autumn leaves, 

melted snow, fresh spring, and aging sun – 

would you not try to resolve?

Would you not try to diminish 

your ill-doing, your error?

Would you not try to do good,

spread good, show humility, 

love and mercy – while you are still here;

while you can still right your wrong? 

Knowing that you have me on a chokehold?

Knowing that we still can’t breathe?