Society’s broken with no moral token
No guidance offered, no wisdom spoken
Just you in your sensibility bubble
Wherein you protect yourself from trouble
No accountability, less responsibility
In my bubble of selective sensibility
Propriety lost, at the individuals cost
No right, no wrong in this moral frost
Wrong is right and right is wrong
In our blurred self moralising bubble
Sensibility rule which excuses the fool
There exists only I in my self proclaimed shy
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