Some Fine Line

	There is some fine line
	that is justice
	past which wrong becomes right
	and yours becomes mine
	where goals of greed are glorified
	and the rainbows only reflect green light
   	down into corners of corruption
	trying to stay out of sight

	There is some fine line
	that is care
	past which concern becomes complaint 
	and prayers becomes curses
	where the colors of choice seem clear
	but fade without clarity of black or white
	back into circles of confusion
	that twist and bend all reason of light
	
	There is some fine line
	that is pure
	past which evil becomes normal
	and peace becomes hate
	where deeds of destruction are done
	and the heat of rage burns dry the rain
	before it falls into crevices of commitment
	housing thirsty hopes and dreams from certain pain

	There is some fine line
	that is truth
	past which false becomes true 
	and reality becomes history
	where words of wisdom are wasted
	and lie after lie begin to block even the sunlight 
	from creating shadows of sincerity
	that hold honesty in a mist of twilight

	There is some fine line
	of justice
	of care
	of purity
	of truth
	Some think the line is straight	
	and others see a maze of spaghetti
	some stand on the right
	some stand on the left
	and a few stand in the middle
	but no one
	no one
	stands on the line

	 By Mark Borcherding 9/24/1992