Conscience

My face grows in you. It's black, it's red, it's cold and blue. My gaping expressions Will swallow all metaphor My sentiments To putrify and abhor. I am your Conscience I am Guiltless I am Truthful And I'll drink away the Rational. ... At any time I'll let you see What you could be What you could have done Battles lost that could have been won … This tyranny can only last for so long Before the world decides to shake its head and move on Vengeance is such a poor excuse For this genocidal abuse Throw your coin into the wishing well To take all the others and send us straight to hell … At any moment you will see What you could be What you could have done To stop the death of your own son … My words echo a colder truth Of a move long overdue