when right is wrong

this poem is open to interpretation. I have tried to include many themes in one poem! you can choose that you seek!

“Wrong wrong, it is all wrong!
Everything, from start to fin,
My life, the world, all so wrong!”

“Wrong? How? Pray tell me!
Perfect, absolute Avalon,
This charm of life,
This world of delight!”

“Yes, the light you do see,
The darkness ignored!
This wrath of existence,
The penury of soul!”

“You bastard of society,
Beggar by birth,
You dare assert filth?
Dare deny the light?”

“No, dare I do not,
The words tearfully spoken,
An outburst of emotion,
Painfully told,
Forgive me, forgive me!”

“Good! The orphans of paradox,
This pantomime, you strive and drive.
Perfection, perfection,
Debased shall you be,
For, in this world of rights,
When right becomes wrong,
Wrong becomes victory!”

Rain

They frighten me,

The dark clouds.

I close my eyes,

Lose myself to the thunder,

It grumbles-

Rain is imminent!

I hate the grumble,

It frightens me,

Why did Monet choose clouds?

I wonder!

About this damned rain,

Why do they sing?

I do not seek it,

I do not want it.

It will melt my heart,

I fear!

It will caress my hunger,

My soul, it will torture!

The rain, it will!

Sssshhhhh!!!

They hear me,

The clouds!

In quiet mutiny,

They stare at me!

‘No’, whispers the sudden breeze,

‘Rain will only cleanse you!’

And suddenly,

The snare drums ceased,

Commenced the guitar intro!

On my eyelid,

The first drop fell!

The rain, I knew then,

It will cleanse me!