Morality

By Evita Reny

In the realms of night,

I thought to myself,

What could possibly mean morality?

The endless moral conundrum has for ages diluted the true essence of humanity,

The line between virtues and vices keeps shifting,

What I find virtuous, you may find vicious,

So I kept ruminating what truly meant morality?

Could stealing to satisfy the hunger of a new-born be morally correct?

Could one justify honour killing on the pretence of maintaining a stature so erect,

Could gossip be accounted as evil? Did it really malign identities?

Or was it really just ‘harmless ’chit chat that was customary to kitty parties,

Could genocide and totalitarianism ever be warranted?

Could we ever substantiate the case of hedonistic individuals?

Could one truly ever empathize with a criminal?

Could we ever marry a harlot like Hosea?

Could euthanasia ever be termed as panacea?

Or was it just killing under the garb of false compassion,

Could racism that seemingly evolved on grounds of territorial egalitarianism ever be nullified?

Is the slave culture truly rectified?

Aren’t we all still contemporary slaves?

Oh, what moral compass is this that justifies one and the other it blames?

Could false prophets ever be absolved of the great treachery they commit?

Or is it because we as a race are just turning to be a bunch of hypocrites,

Could terrorism ever be rationalised on the grounds of jihad?

Or is it the society that needs to be blamed for the values it breeds,

Could alcoholism and domestic violence ever be considered moral?

 Or could they be justified as an outlet for the ceaseless quarrels? 

Could self-reliance pass of as individualism?

And what truly do we actually mean by altruism?

Is female infanticide justifiable on the grounds of carrying ahead the male lineage?

Does morality vary with passing generation and every age?

True morality is often confusing,

Often contradictory,

Often a term tossed around to account for our actions,

Morality should be for the benefit of all and not just a faction,

What is morally correct should be dictated by pure conscience,

Oh, how the conscience yearns for us to drown in the elixir of innocence,

For conscience should be seated alone,

But often remorse fills its place,

Oh, for true morality can be judged by none but the Creator alone.

By Evita Reny