Name On a Salvation Scroll

If downriver a conscience sliver should make me wonder Why in the face of challenges I should blunder Fearing to thrive into a hope giver, preferring to pull asunder Pangs of conscience, veering away from sticking out my neck In case guilt should on my churlish cheek plant a peck To denounce my façade and pronounce my person a fake protagonist, a wreck Filled to the brim with shame That in mundane fora I should lay claim To an iota of virtue to redeem the name Sunk into disrepute As injustice and unfairness I couldn’t dispute Despite carrying considerable clout with the ill repute In ivory towers Where iniquities devoured hours Hobnobbing with gluttons who withered flowers Decimating probity from petals of love Whose hues and fragrance scintillated on wings of a white dove Which couldn’t accommodate my cowardice to have Shrunk from the centre of controversy To the comfort of soapy sports, pleading for mercy In the face of the moral and mental pleurisy I felt as shame drove my sanity to the fringe Where in comfort I could cringe And die in shame on the binge Where for a few pieces of silver I sold my soul Vowing not to rock the status quo boat if I hoped to reach my goal Wishing I could inscribe my name in gilt letters on a salvation scroll.