L Milton Hankins Poet Quatern

My Conscience Cried

Have you no shame my conscience cried
Mocking the resilience of my waywardness,
Trying to hobble my innately selfish pride
A streak of ego said it’s clearly my business.

I felt no pain for my lack of sympathy
Have you no shame my conscience cried,
Though I was taught the value of empathy
Somehow to care seemed to break my stride.

From time to time, I must admit, I tried
To reconcile my behavior with inner voices
Have you no shame my conscience cried,
When I made the worst of proffered choices.

Came the time before my conscience seared
I sought to make my conscience be my guide,
Then when I could sense a disaster neared
Have you no shame my conscience cried.

Written July 12, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger July 15, 2022 at 3:55 AM Love the consistency of this and the style; your words are always lovely of course Hank. L Milton Hankins July 15, 2022 at 9:03 AM Thanks, Caren. I got on a quatern binge!

Michael Tor July 12, 2022 at 8:35 PM Wonderful example of self examination. Milton wisdom written here my friend. Your words of conveying truth are endless Milton this is another fine example of such an effort. Thank you for sharing... L Milton Hankins July 13, 2022 at 5:18 AM Thank you, Michael, for your affirmative comment and kind thoughts.