Crossroads

I bare my wounds

and aches in my world

as jaundiced eyes ignore

ethical standards,

dragging weighty baggage.

Gnarled words unfold

through thoughts of others,

black sun closing half

of my life to enrichment.

Debased virtues thrive

in a backward/forward

way of thinking

that it’s all

about me.

Encrypted voices

speak in tongues

in disdained smog

and unintelligible cries

of wood fires,

aghast at the loss

of integrity.

I face wrinkled mirrors

begging for the release

from prison bars

of my own creation.

Mastery of the storm

is an ethical dance of

life problems reuniting

with naked truth.

Birth of innocent child -

the root of ourselves –

reminder of

unblemished beginning.

I am stunned

by the staggering silence

of forgotten morality.

I face daunting crossroads

as I confront the fact

that I must be a witness

and come forth

from darkness

to protest the violation

of ethical dilemmas

of burrowing humankind.

Must I accept

the world as it is

through distorted mask?

Can I erase self-described

mission in life

to yell ethical biases

from the rooftop

of sordid yesterdays?

Clock strikes midnight,

time to examine life

with magnifying glass,

unleashing mind- contorted

values, camouflaged

by enslaved habits.

Cast off slanted mores,

proudly wearing the crown

of decency and morals,

uplifting promenade

reawakening sacred ethics.