Conscience
By day…
Take or be taken
Score or lose
Ignore standards
Cheat to avoid your moral sense
Throw scruples into the punch bowl of irresponsibility
Embrace deafness of your inner voice
By night…
How cavalier some treat their inward monitor
Ignoring its endless network of informants
Until into nocturnal dreams
Arresting of your secrets disturbs your breathing
While some psyches momentarily escape by projecting
Reform school in the future
Prisons in the future
Execution of the mind
As the tossing and turning
Like an out of control car
Avoiding the looming cliff
Careens ever closer to the threat of confession
By each turn of life’s calendar…
Such people without the sense of right and wrong
Become victims of themselves
Especially on Capitol Hill
So glad I stayed out of politics and joined the hated ultra liberal left ivory tower for my career.
Your poem clearly points out the problem. And it is us.
Ron