CONSCIENCE

Trapped and neglected
In the heart of a blazing fire
Were my sister and young daughter
When I was the only savior on the left
And on the right was me too
Noise came from every edge
leaving me with an hob son's choice
I tightly sealed my eyes and ears
With a very corroded iron
I happily pulled out my daughter
Adding kerosine to the blazing fire
It is a long story indeed
Whose sermon shall take decades to summarise
All dogs must continue to bark
Setting their eyes on the phisical only
But my conscience is pritty clear
And a word I owe to none.