Why Have It...
It lives inside all of us. Doesn't it?
No, it only lives in some.
Some don't have it.
Some aren't able to use it.
Some choke it and throw it in a corner.
Some choke it further so it is silenced forever.
Muder it's called.
Those are the worst (smartest?).
A conscious choice was made to give them up.
A conscious choice, conscience.
They kill it.
Easier not to feel, not to allow others around you to feel.
Feelings, the word is perverse.
It should be removed from all language,..NO, all thought.
No one uses them anyway.
They only use the word.
Copyright © Hugo Derosa | Year Posted 2006
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