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I always wondered why humans made their own rules They made themselves seperate from animals like wolves and tigers, and mules What's the point of elegance and making oneself's rank higher
Not every unlawful thing is morally wrong, Neither is every lawful thing morally right . Something is essential wrong with the laws of man Why should anybody respect biased, unjust laws? .
2017 was the year i knew, My spoiled thoughts were already through. Trials and error were my only clue, My times of fun were way over overdue. Back then my life was much more sunny,
sometimes i wished for peace i wished for insanity wish, wish, wish, all meaningless i wished for meaning-- i had none-- i had no point. did i have a moral compass? i wished my
sometimes i wish i had no moral prob- lems with cussing loudly or at all
It was my moral duty to operate and in many people's eyes, I was admired.I did what needed to be done and because of that, I was fired.Four years ago, a baby was born with Down Syndrome and he had a heart defect.
I was driving round yesterday just after four Drove past an old blind man feeding the poor I followed that blind man all around town
the unlimited lesson “Everything I learned I learned from the movies.” -Audrey Hepburn- Fade in: and the picture starts
First came birth as did we all, A neutral force guarded by angels. Outside their influence lingers an evil, some of which we cannot discern. Two forces in my life have guided me. Two of the three primary colors.
There are so many languages known to man And so many lost in translation I can tell You I love You in quite a few but the feeling is lost on it's way to meet expectations
If you know what is right And make sense of the wrong, If you can stand back up after destruction But not make someone fall to their death. If you can pave a road And allow others to travel it,
Are we really who we want to be? Home of the brave and land of the free, Yet turning our back on refugees. Who are we really? Not giving enough help to the needy, And not always acting morally.
They call us the greatest. Sometimes we can know why. But if we are tastelesss, then we're hung out to dry. They elected Lincoln was honest, brave, and true. Now our morals are sinkin'
Sofie Levy 27 April 2017 Assignments that seem like few papers to some Are mountainous to me. I attempt to focus,
What we were then is not what we are now For changes were made, that were good and bad. What I don’t understand is exactly how
Cowering in the corner six feet underground, Sapphire blue eyes pleading, Pleading to be found Parents heard cries From the helpless, Helpless creature stuck In the sewer, out of luck
Decisions shape and change the way we grow, But are the decisions we make truly ours? Perhaps we are controlled by something greater than us. Perhaps a construct such as morality,
Who says that something is right? A person with a degree As if some how they have special ability? Or a court of law— Do they have the right to govern society?
So, tell me, When you speak, does the world hear you? What do your words say? About your character? What do those words tell? Because what I see,
I fall on my knees picking up my papers, not wanting to lose another in case it’s important. I am shoved back down this time hitting my head against the fountain. Pitying myself and wondering what offense I made
Kindness should be easy, love should have no end. Forgiveness should be effortless especially to a friend. Good should be our moral guide Faith should concur fear Integrity should be infinite
I never thought I'd slip this hard.
You're moving in with your girlfriend and many people have congratulated you.You've asked me to do the same but that is something I can't and won't do.
The rich are the popular The popular are the elite The elite are the privileged They have no passion to succeed To be in the aristocracy I wanted for myself before
All i have and had had made me who i am. It has made me act the way i do. I have never beed the greety type of person. I never thought i needed something els.
I fill ye treasure cove wit’ rubies ’n dimes They be not essences from th' heavens, Bein’ scratched from stolen times Go 'head, pry like a slimy oyster,
Decide Take your time Life’s too short To waste on lies Tell the truth But only if it’s right Right and wrong You decide I’m sick and tired Of hearing that line
I do not care if the matter be dark or the tone grim.I care not if what is described be gore or sin.A well-turned phrase stirs attention deep within. I do not say this merely on a whim.
As I grew up, I was a boy and I did not care and I did not know. The way I was living was just an average life. All through school, my friends were your average losers.
Girl let me tell you that i've been on the road though Singing songs of how I miss you A boat load
My Sisters are Pesky and hilarious You cannot have them
Another iron python hisses Billows unnatural poisons into the air Burns passed scarred jungle Monotonous percussion strikes old Indian lands Cyclope eye staring passed souls too insignificant
I hide behind no curtain, for it has been ripped from its batten. Red velvet lays athwart the stage, The outskirts are populous with my peers. My soul lays bare and there is no turning back. Here I am,
They took me by the hand to the Land of Dreams, I was young and naive, all I knew was that everyone said everything was better in the U S of A. The years quickly passed by, years where everything was fine, everything was good.
Is it possible to diverge from an ethnocentric view? Why do people have to try and make others “civilized,” They don’t get to understand the people’s culture, Instead try and change them into the “better” ways.
Someone start the countdown to the breakdown of my people,
Life is full of twist and turns Sometimes you'll be sad Sometimes it'll burn It'll be good and bad Don't think your alone I'll be there every step of the way So change your tone
My Solitude Puts me in a mood
There’s something in my eye, It just makes me want to cry, Something’s in this country, Make me wish I was blind. Death wants to rule us, Despair wants end us, Evil wants to distract us,
Heavy and smudged sky, and drops on the window. My brain pulses, and my heart swells. It weighs down on the space between morals and the vices of feeling.
I have a story to tell, One unpleasant but well. A story of chivalry, I should tell on the way to Canterbury. As you know I follow a code of honor. Some of you may ponder,
This poem is an insight on the compromise of society's morals, and how we are rapidly discouraging the exploration of spirituality while encouraging materialism. Plastic brains are statistic,
I walked a mile to high school everyday. I sat for six hours. I learned about subjects that I didn't care about. When school was over I walked a mile home and spent my own time doing more work.
What Do You MEAN I'm Suspended? Im not allowed to say that in class? Im not allowed to say that thinking about taking my life isn't me being a coward but instead you being inconsiderate?
Influential What makes wrong, wrong? What makes right, right? Is there an area of grey, Where only some things are acceptable?
You are my best friend, a great brother, a great person. I look up to you, my hero. What happens if you come back and you don't care about me the same?
I truly believe that to succeed means more than acquiring money, But being hungry to give back to society. To make it means more than the fake get up, More than the superficial snakes that call themselves friends to us.
I believe there are more than a lot of ways you can die. But through my eyes there is only one way to live life. You gotta live it to the fullest but not eat it all away.
Refrain, Abstain, the words we are told. A game, A game, the loser behold. His morals he left, his values he tore. 'Till all goodness cleft, and no conscience wore. An oath he did promise,
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, but forward the light brigade? Seems odd for soldiers to fight in war When generals see their choices made.
Who am I to deny who I am? It may not be right It isn’t desirable But I’m not going to pretend
It’s getting claustrophobic Between these four walls That try to kill me every day Because I won’t give in It never works, but I get paranoid Because everyone is watching Every single move I make