MY CONSCIENCE <br />I tiptoed to my mum’s kitchen <br />From the pot, I took a chicken <br />‘Cause my heart has sinse been hadened <br />to the sinful act of stealing <br /> <br />mmmy came to the kitchen <br />She discoveed some meats were missing <br />facially, I loked well shaven <br />deep inside, I was terribly shaking <br /> <br />I later board a bus in broad day light <br />And a passenger arose and did alight <br />her purse fell off within the reach of my sight <br />yet I kept mute – like all is right <br /> <br />though she alighted without the purse <br />and richer, I became, sitting in a bus, <br />while I looked round and picked up the purse, <br />counting faster was my pulse <br /> <br />the same day, a neighbour was running, <br />some paces away a ditch was lying, <br />but we two had just engaged in some fighting, <br />so I kept mute and watched him falling. <br /> <br />He tried to stand but he could not, <br />I tried to laugh but I could not, <br />Of course, I could have warned him but I did not <br />Then to me, my life became a knot of noughts <br /> <br />Oh! My conscience <br />My conscience was hungry <br />And with myself, I fel; t angry <br />Walking lonely downtown in Hungary, <br />I envisaged a future of penury <br /> <br />Restitution! My conscience ejaculated <br />Without this, I can’t be delighted <br />And this I did to those I’ve offended <br />– Then off my conscience, he burden alighted. <br /> <br />March 9,2005.<br /><br />Ola Joseph Kolawole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-conscience-2/
