Search your conscience

Some things we let all scatter,
So we can rearrange it after,
By dismissing the serious with laughter,
We so live and falter.

We must not suffer the pretence,
Or stand in any defence,
If as one forsakes their conscience,
For a life of convenience.

We have walked against the grain,
The norms are down the drain,
In principle, you bear the strain,
Even if you are held in disdain.

For what indeed is a life?
In which compromise is rife,
Against which you never strife,
Even without the threat of a knife.

Those of whom are well written,
Are of some who never did fit in,
They did not recant when smitten,
In their example, we must listen.