OUR CONSCIENCE FAST ASLEEP

Our conscience fast asleep,

In this material world so deep.

With no sacred promises to keep,

We are herded together like sheep.

Our reason creaking like an old jeep,

Having moral signals that no longer beep.

If into our minds we take a peep,

Only to find the ethical gradient too steep.

That into our hearts no goodness can seep,

For a thousand years they will weep.

Our guilt no broom can ever sweep,

From a collective conscience still asleep.