Moral Debts


People, we’re moral debtors.
We wade without thinking among all the violence
We would have “others” made lepers, thinking ourselves their betters

Often we pass the good for the pleasures
We allow hate and hurt, as we rest sit in silence
People, we’re moral debtors.

We drown morals as we sink to social pressures.
We kill our conscience to salvage our six cents
We would have “others” made lepers, thinking ourselves their betters

Books are soaked in stories to tell our successors
full of their grandpas glories, but what of that big omittance?
People, we’re moral debtors.

Let’s stop sending our kids stories of the oppressors
Why do we spit out of tales of racists as if they are a splash of brilliance
How could we have “others” made lepers? How could we think ourselves their betters?

No more comfort for the aiders and abettors
There was a time for patience, and now’s time for penance.
How could we have “others” made lepers? How could we think ourselves their betters?
People, we’re moral debtors.
And our debt is due.

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