Right and Wrong

[tectak]

Hello,
This is my first piece of poetry and English is my third language. I hope it makes sense. I am afraid I won't make any sense. Anyways, here it is...

Some background: We as humans, take actions, cause things to "happen". And then there is the effect of our action. The society perceives our action as either right or wrong, and they judge our results to be either reward or punishment. I hate this whole spectrum of judgment and morality.
Hi blue,
Yes....there are problems. Accepting the language difficulty why not post it in your native tongue and let us loose with our translators...it can do no further damage?
Just commenting on your strange phraseology probably will not help a great deal but you should be made aware of the translational losses, hence the line by line crit. I hope you find it useful as it is not considered good form to so crit in Novice but I will risk it.
Please read and make sure you understand the forum rules. You must post crit on someone else's submission before posting poetry of your own. As you have not done so one can make the sympathetic observation that you have difficulty reading english as well as writing it.
Best,
tectak

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Right or wrong is right and wrong Well, actually, this is illogical and in boolean terms is a nonsense. The expressed "idea" is just not clear
But the world only sees two sides of a coin That's because there are "only" two sides...so again, it makes no sense.
Afraid they are, of this chaos, Who are they and what chaos? You do not say
Hiding behind false certainty False certainty does not work except as a pseudo-profound film title, like True Lies...and not even then

I wonder if the tried to see, Basic error. Fix it yourself. I am surprised you haven't already but you may have done a runner (checking your excuse on the language issue
The essence of life in uncertainty.
How is it that they cannot see,
The darkness in uniformity Now I agree with your opening comment. You are right to worry. It makes no sense at all. Are you Navaho?

So let my freewill guide me to love and courage and misery
Even in my deathbed, I am free. This ending is the nearest I have seen to an explanation of what the grateful dead means

Do not give up. Though I have no idea what all this is trying to say I must assume that you do...and if YOU do, then the odds are good that someone else may. Tip: Read more poetry.
Best,
tectak
(There are more problems not touched on but I am not convinced they are as a result of your limited language abilty. Your response to this crit may provide me with more insight)