THE LINE

In determining what is good or bad
There’s a sort of line that separates
Running down as a kind of division
For words or ideas needing revision
No ignoring it, as one contemplates
But all fashionable choices are a fad

Whether written or just in the mind
The line cuts through it like a blade
To one side, it’s what should survive
On the other, no reason to be alive
A clear distinction will be displayed
And rejection never does feel kind

If only justice were as simple as this
Innocent or guilty, right and wrong
For many, it’s like a line in the sand
Yet difficult for some to understand
It’ll be left or right before too long
With only a smallest chance to miss