Written by:

Zerayn D.

Let me be wrong
in a place where
pride of life grows
and the meek is
regarded weak.

Let me be wrong
where what is said
defies the script
in grand facade
yet evil lies

Let me be wrong
in a room where
empty words count
over candor
and sincerity

Let me be wrong,
in plenty loss,
the lamb appeared
sacrifice made
righteousness waits