Someone Else

The righteous hand shall guide us

Through the halls of power and shame

Dark and damp and without hope

Yet it will be there, the righteous hand, at the small of your back

Gently pushing you where you dread going the most

to see the master of truth

to see the host of the most

The righteous hand is an extension of the righteous mind

And we struggle…

Is there a mind made mightier than the rest?

Is there someone so righteous it's clear they know best?

It's a risky game to play but the pieces have been set

is it true about our station in this life, or do we choose what we get?

Perhaps unwittingly, with reason left behind

You won't even know it when you've convinced yourself

That you possess the righteous mind

And of course, by extension Your righteous hand shall guide us