When I'm Right

I knew I was in the right

I was right

And that rightness gave me boldness

To do wrong

To treat another person

To treat someone created in God’s image

With callous disregard

I poured out my righteous anger

I let my frustration boil over

I made choices

Choices to spew hatred

Choices to belittle and demean

But I was right

And isn’t that enough?

Isn’t that permission

No, obligation

To use

Any means necessary?

Image bearers be damned

I was right

The Golden Rule

Can be brushed away

When I’m right

My actions are justified

They would have done the same

Or worse

I am vindicated

Or am I?

What if in my rightness

I did wrong?