Right

Right

In the hush of morning light, I pause—
To feel the pulse of what is just,
A steady beat that rights the cause,
Where conscience whispers, firm and just.

It is not merely direction’s claim,
Not east nor west, nor left nor right,
But truth that wears a quiet flame,
A lantern in the longest night.

We tread the path with measured tread,
Each step a choice, each choice a creed,
To honour those who’ve gone ahead,
To sow the seeds of honest deed.

So let us stand, though winds may blow,
With hearts aligned to what is right—
A quiet strength, a steady glow,
The British resolve of day and night.