Why it is that right is right
I was wondering the other night
since everything seems to go to the right,
such as screws that need to turn right to be tight.
Left is left, left behind quite
while the sweeping hands of the clock as I write
swallowing time with hardly a bite
unthinkingly travel from left towards right.
So the world turns in its power and its might
clockwise – in confidence, forever right.
But seen from the other side – well, it just might
be as different as the darkness of night is from light . . .
Widdershins! Yes, let’s give them a fright
and send everything backwards! My – what a sight
when clocks lose their wisdom, black turns to white
and right’s lost its right, its right to be right.