On how wrongs are done
and no remorse found within
I learn each passing day this act
they say it takes locking my conscience up
where it's words are muffled to nothing
so that my heart will not listen to it
or I make my inner ear deaf
when it says do not do it
But just as much as I try to follow them
I hear this loud knock over and over
so loud it becomes hard to ignore;
do not do it, it says,
you have done it, I know you feel bad,
it says other times
makes me wonder how they do it
and laugh afterward
and fall to sleep peacefully at night
Maybe my heart is fickle
or they are the ones without one
how do I know?
all I know is I have a conscience
and when I do bad it tells me
and remorse immediately I feel
When they do bad,
they have nothing to tell them
makes me like my fickle heart more.
©leodave
L