The Court of Moral Compass

There seems to be a thought that man has no moral compass

But when called to the stand many arguments of the cricket ring true

How is it then that on two opposite sides of this massive planet the same critique can exist?

Drowning themselves in a liquid brown secret apparently they strive to find purpose

Slicing themselves through their liquid red secret they attempt to find pure feeling

And inhaling unto themselves the not so liquid green announcement to encourage indifference

All of this to address the thought of a day is lost without enthusiasm; life is not lived without natural living and again, the challenge of truly meeting those demands of reality

If man does in-fact have a moral compass why does he introduce decoys of life into his daily existence?

When the principles of present time are sidelined due to the introduction of foreign economics to the local being, moral consciousness is altered and reconstituted

A new accepted system of principles sets in for the moment, then is gone

But, in that moment of the new economy, the transactions that are had are often mis-appropriated and negligent

And if called to the same stand as our friend the cricket, the jury would find the testimony of the
Fiddler down in Georgia to set a standard, and Mr. Twain would be sitting coy ready to follow with his rebuttal

When the final divorce from the court room occurs from an indignant real boy, he is left shouting, “at least I tried, at least I tried”

One can chase words of justification but only actions that feature vindication may entice a favorable judgment

Credit for the unnoticed is rarely given, yet it is the hardest to deserve

For a reflection of The Image is what we were created to be, but a mere shard of glass is all we can physically attain on this earth