Ode To My Conscience

Oh, my dear conscience, naive warbler Your charisma guides me as a sorcerer For my unforced errors which I weep Your delicate lullaby lolls me to sleep I am often tormented by impudent kings My wounded soul is lifted by your wings Tales of morals and wisdom you murmur For accomplishing honest deeds I swear Help the poor by killing rich devil's heart Joyfully accept the verdict of divine court God will powder your egos on the earth Be aware! There is only pain in wrath Oh, my dear, the sense of right and wrong Embedded in your divine psyche in throng Success without your approval is danger Failure with your approval is a pleasure Pains and perils are the parts of life Oh dear, guide me in the real strife! Copyright@19 January 2018