Two wrongs don't make a right, Though three lefts generally do. ~The Shah of Athabasca Attached by a rope, Borne into chaos, So close nature's heart, With sword in hand, We cry, and try, and If condemned forever, The rope must sever; Hardly remembered, Free at last, With pen in hand. Irresolution, though, perhaps The consequence of tributes Various virtues pay to vice, The mother of all hypocrisy Seems cheaper than deaths Relentless frame Up of solitude; so Much ground to cover, A moment of clarity Worth lifetimes of sanity, But brews the rage, Even precludes the cut, Through crowded conscience, To invalidate the sentence, And keep free the innocent With pen in hand. ~Victor Imari, 2001