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Whitney Metz
Poems
Feb 2010
The Price of a Clean Conscience
A holocaust is happening
all around me every day
and everyone I know
seems to think that it’s okay.
I don’t know how to live in their world.
I just can’t go on this way.
I don’t want to alienate
my family and my friends
but there are defenseless lives out there
I feel I must defend.
No one ever understands
though I’ve told them time and time again.
I feel I am all alone.
I face each day all on my own.
I have no place I can call home.
I fear I never will be known
by those I have cared for.
How can I get close to people
who commit ****** every day
with the products that they purchase
and the money that they pay?
I know my purpose is to change their minds
but I don’t know what I can say.
There is this void that stands between
me and everyone else.
All those I know stand on the other side
while I stand on this side by myself.
Why am I fated to stand alone
just because I want to help?
How can this gap ever be bridged
when they won’t hear my pleas?
And how can this problem be fixed
when they refuse to see
that they way humanity has made the world
is not the way it’s meant to be?
No matter how hard it may become
I’ll sacrifice anything I must
to defend the lives of all of those
who humans take advantage of,
even if it drives a wedge
between me and those I love.
I need my conscience to be clean.
I have to live by my beliefs.
I see that may mean
that I will always be
alone in a sea of people.
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Whitney Metz
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