Morality. Poem by Robert Crawford

Morality.

Rating: 2.6


Evil itself may be but good disguised,
As many a virtue now was once a vice,
Or held to be such by the moralists;
Or as even in the eyes of foreigners
Our virtues may be vices, theirs to us
As vicious too. We make us new laws still,
And hold that finable and barred to-day
That was but yesterday allowable.
Our neighbours haply no such laws enact,
And privilege what we make punitive.
So right and wrong are still conditional,
And there's no absolute morality
In all the world; for conscience herself is
Full oft but Custom's creature, whom he keeps,
Who sees with him, and hears with him, and acts
As by his power of attorney still.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Amrod 04 August 2015

This piece should be a comment for the unbelievable amount to stiffness ushered in by the neoconservatives and the black sheep of Wall Street. As Bruce Hornsby said, Hip Hip Hooray for the Black Rats of London. All cultures should be objectively viewed with interest and curiousity. Paul Amrod

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