Voice On My Shoulder
Dogma deemed absurd, I fought scruple’s bird,
its voice I still heard, but conscience was blurred.
A peer-pressure nerd, the threat was the herd;
their counsel preferred, my standards deferred.
Accident incurred; two bodies interred.
My mind I re-gird with thoughts from God’s Word.
written April 28, 2017
for John Hamilton's Rhymer's Delight, Internal Monorhyme Contest
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