Shoot the angel called
Conscience,
It’s probably time to let it go.
It’s a sign of weakness,
Don't be too afraid to become a douche bag, welcome it, and embrace it.
Imagine that the fence is collapsing and you have to jump to a side, pick a
side quick!
Stop trying to master
the artistry of fence sitting.
Jump off the wall.
The executive position of the right winged fence sitter is already taken
and the line of potential successors is way too long.
Run all the algorithms in your head,
Analyse what you may but know that you have to jump to one side; either that or
you crumble with the wall.
Even as I type I can still hear the Conscience
alarm going off in my head.
Let me go I beg of it,
Although I get rid of it this time,
It most likely would come alive at the next opportunity.
Except I slowly starve my Conscience out, until it has no voice
I can already hear the alarm sounding closer like the siren of an emergency
truck, (Note: not a police truck)
To revive the Conscience, take it through CPR, and get it back on its
feet.
The Conscience paramedics would succeed this time,
But if my hunger strike is successful, less often would the alerts go off.
I know that before I post this text the Conscience alert would sound
again, hoping to deter my actions.
If you never see these texts know that my Conscience succeeded.
While I debated too long allowing it to creep in and take root, giving me the
impression that it had always existed, Existed from time memorial.
For the sake of my Conscience, it’s time to
make excuses.
This is to them, the people that the Nigerian masses put there trust in, what has become
of your Conscience?
Were you that successful in starving your Conscience?
If so please teach us how, so that we will be resistant to its call, barricade
ourselves against its sirens and whistles.
So that when you come calling in a few months we would think with our heads and
not our hearts.
We would not listen to your contorted tales of Shoes and No Shoes.
We would pick right for ourselves, nodding
in acknowledgement two months down the line that we made the right
choice.
That we would not turn our revolt to a carnival and not back down by the
soldiers and sentries you throw into the works.
That we ourselves will be able to turn up the alerts of corruption, and tune up
to work harder, and ring up the bells against poor services.
So that we can become douche bags to you when you come with your promises and
oaths.
It’s probably time to let it go.
It’s a sign of weakness,
Don't be too afraid to become a douche bag, welcome it, and embrace it.
Imagine that the fence is collapsing and you have to jump to a side, pick a side quick!
Stop trying to master
the artistry of fence sitting.Jump off the wall.
The executive position of the right winged fence sitter is already taken and the line of potential successors is way too long.
Run all the algorithms in your head,
Analyse what you may but know that you have to jump to one side; either that or you crumble with the wall.
Even as I type I can still hear the Conscience alarm going off in my head.
Let me go I beg of it,
Although I get rid of it this time,
It most likely would come alive at the next opportunity.
Except I slowly starve my Conscience out, until it has no voice
I can already hear the alarm sounding closer like the siren of an emergency truck, (Note: not a police truck)
To revive the Conscience, take it through CPR, and get it back on its feet.
The Conscience paramedics would succeed this time,
But if my hunger strike is successful, less often would the alerts go off.
I know that before I post this text the Conscience alert would sound again, hoping to deter my actions.
If you never see these texts know that my Conscience succeeded.
While I debated too long allowing it to creep in and take root, giving me the impression that it had always existed, Existed from time memorial.
For the sake of my Conscience, it’s time to
make excuses.This is to them, the people that the Nigerian masses put there trust in, what has become of your Conscience?
Were you that successful in starving your Conscience?
If so please teach us how, so that we will be resistant to its call, barricade ourselves against its sirens and whistles.
So that when you come calling in a few months we would think with our heads and not our hearts.
We would not listen to your contorted tales of Shoes and No Shoes.
We would pick right for ourselves, nodding in acknowledgement two months down the line that we made the right choice.
That we would not turn our revolt to a carnival and not back down by the soldiers and sentries you throw into the works.
That we ourselves will be able to turn up the alerts of corruption, and tune up to work harder, and ring up the bells against poor services.
So that we can become douche bags to you when you come with your promises and oaths.
