What would the world be like
Without
Any presence of conscience
;
Heartless beings
Plodding around
No purpose
Except survival
;
The rule of
Survival
Of the fittest
Is relevant among
Us beasts with hearts
Yet we romanticize and capitalize
The rules
That we follow
To survive
;
A planet of these 'zombies'
Would serve the purpose
Of the letters 'ay'
In the word
'Okay'
Yet this presence of conscience,
And heart
In this deceptive reality
Of ours
Does keep reminding
Each individual
That a purpose does exist
A purpose to our existence,
Along with our actions
As they all stem from the roots of
A conscience