Revised with the help of Mr. Luke Easter:
I will not need to cheat on this or any test,
Very long hours of study to be by the best,
Many praise, encourage and show love to me,
Fulfilling desires through my dreams I see.
Freedom from sacrifice yes this work is hard,
Cannot give defeat a silent chance to bombard,
I will consider these choices my right of grace,
A means of worldly greatness adorns my face.
Relay an experience through proper decorum,
Grace without wisdom defeating the boredom,
Existence is only for the better rights of good,
I doubt without feuding in my neighborhood.
We should not desire wantonness feeling guilt,
A circus big top clown I make my way in stilts,
Successful through the truth, I am rigidly built,
Bagpipes guide the masses in my Scottish Kilts.
A Pied Piper if you will, donned in holy array,
By leading mediocrity of incompetence astray,
Perfection is an art that many have lost in time,
Yet we choose to move forward if only in mind.
What good is confession when words form a lie,
And the problem is expanded from failure. why?
Where there is a tendency to accept second best,
A successful future has been solemnly laid to rest.
One familiar adage I have good and I have bad news,
The first is, this work was started by Obed Dela Cruz,
As the latter is more like American-Philippine Blues,
We worked together knowing sometimes it takes two.
So who is the monster inside, is it real or is it fake?
Is it truly taking a chance where you have an escape?
A heart beats not, without blood pumping in the chest,
Ans again, I will not need to cheat on this or any test.
Original version: original title 'I Don't Want The Feeling Of Guilt'
There! The paper is right in front of me.
And on it, an almost perfect score I see.
Seeing the total I rubbed my eyes twice,
For it almost cost the principles of life.
What face will I show in front of my friends,
I’ll not be a true man unless this test contends,
To the construct virtue while my honor begins,
If justice through love will ever make amends.
So now, I choose to tell our math professor,
A classmate mistakenly corrected my error,
Boldly prepared to face pitfall of his actions,
The whole cannot be destroyed by a fraction.
Bartered for that which was not impure? No!
Yes! Minus the feeling of guilt I chose to go,
My heart and mind clean throughout the day,
As with other mistakes this too will go away.
(this poem is the revised version - revision is done with the help of Mr. Luke Easter and Mr. Ronald Peat)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem