prosthetic conscience;
product of religion.
no concept of right and wrong.
doing good to get to heaven.
morals and standards
with nothing to back them,
but you’re harsh and judgmental;
so quick to condemn.
but tell me, who died,
and appointed you god?
you wear chains of gold,
a holy facade.
your drive is yourself,
your wallet; your riches,
while there are children starving,
making homes in ditches.
but you live the life
of luxury and privilege,
while you ignore,
and fail to acknowledge
those in hardship;
those in need,
because you’re not fueled by goodness.
you’re fueled by your own greed.