No Badge

There is no badge for caring, No prize for making time; There’s no gold rings adorn the hands That help us with the climb There is no medal given To him who love’s work braves: For good deeds die a natural death, And sleep in unmarked Graves


If morality Means anything, It means that We shouldn’t want to hurt others, Or ourselves, And should probably try To do the opposite

Selling Out

Back home, they call it “selling out”, But everywhere, it’s subtle — A word said here, or not said there, With no chance for rebuttal — So one man packs his boxes, and Another man moves in — They know, back home, you’re selling out, Because you’re so Bought in