I have a compass
A moral one
To do the right
And not the wrong
But with this needle
Comes some grief
For right is hard
And long and tiring
This arrow points in one direction
It never moves
And never quivers
And thus I do what’s right
For those who fall off the path
I congratulate your ability
To throw that compass
Out of the door
For those who change direction
I’d really like to know
Just how you did it
And why it does not pain you so?
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It pains me. I became a real asshole when I was younger. I got beat up every day, made fun of. Since Elementary… Into high school. I started fighting back. Won some, lost some. Then I started the fights. Anyone that was a bully or had an attitude around me, deserved my special attention. I became a really violent druggy ass. I changed that moral compass. I would like to say I did it all for the good of others. But that wasn’t true… I feel pain every day for it.
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Thanks for sharing,
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Sure thing… I kind of rambled on… Sorry 😉
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Far too many individuals (some in powerful positions) ignore their moral compass, to the detriment of all. Compassion, morality and equality are all concepts that are no longer ‘taught’ (in schools or at home) and, as a society we’re suffering terribly as a result. Lovely poem – may I share (reblog)?
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You may share, thank you very much for asking. Please acknowledge me in the rebloging. Also thanks for your comments.
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