Ethics occurs when there is no one there
to see our choice of action, to observe
how one small decision informs our life
in the greatest possible way, we dare
challenge the status quo with our desire,
steal what's misplaced, what we think we deserve,
only consequences cut like a knife,
cuts us in the hidden parts of our soul,
conscience remembers, burns like a bonfire,
until we stop we reenact the deed,
remember how the body gets a rush
stealing, doing misdeeds, a piece of coal
works by burning memories of our greed,
how we hunger to get away and blush
exactly when the question arises,
no one else to take the blame for our game,
the finger points at what has gone missing,
how no one would notice still surprises
everyone on the take, a slice of cake,
restless, it starts to show, hunger for fame
enters the fray, a contest for kissing
ignorant friends goodbye, we rise above
stealing to drugs and murder, as we bake
no one is there to see us burn inside,
only the body remembers the dope,
our need to hide our old friends, hand in glove,
no one seems to notice us slip and slide,
every motion, we wriggle without hope,
tumble down a mud-strewn path, take a bath,
here, in the world, no one cares if we fall,
everyone sees mistakes with a blind eye,
remember our hunger follows our wrath,
engage our rage, it's your call, Onion Rye.
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