Black everywhere
Murk in the free air
Was it just me?
Standing aghast in the melee?

Vile in the rain
Values down the drain
From when was I ashamed
Of the goodness I was made?

Hoping for a change,
I broke free from the cage
To search for the inner voice;
Long before I called it Conscience.

Conscience became heavy
By the time I had reached;
Nevertheless I carried
For the bad to be forfeit.

Nothing I could set right
Other than regret;
Wish I hadn't witnessed,
What was right becoming outdated.

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Note from the Sonador:

There shouldn't be a day in your life where you're ashamed for being good. It would be the death knell for humanity.