Selective Morality

In the realm of human hearts, a complex play unfolds,

Where morality dances with shadows, stories untold.

A tale of selective judgment, a delicate charade,

Where actions deemed righteous, in favor, they cascade.

Behold, the stage is set, where self-interest takes its role,

And a mask of righteousness disguises the true goal.

A symphony of bias, where our principles sway,

Selecting only what suits us, discarding what may dismay.

For in this realm of mortals, we paint with shades of gray,

Morality's canvas, manipulated as we sway.

Convenient choices, a tapestry we weave,

But the fabric of truth, it begins to cleave.

See, some deem kindness virtuous when it benefits their gain,

But turn a blind eye to others who suffer in disdain.

They preach empathy's gospel, yet their hearts remain closed,

To those who are different, to the troubles undisclosed.

Selective morality, a mirror reflecting self,

A skewed perception of righteousness, clinging to wealth.

Weaving webs of justification, like spiders in the night,

Convincing themselves of virtue, though shadows hold them tight.

When faced with temptation, with desires that tempt the soul,

Do we hold to our principles, or let them freely stroll?

Do we sacrifice convenience, for the sake of what is right?

Or do we mold our morals, to fit our own delight?

But let us not despair, for within this human race,

There are those who resist, who embrace moral grace.

They stand against the currents, with unwavering might,

Choosing what's right, not just when it's expedient and bright.

They see through the fog of selective morality's haze,

Guided by a compass, unbending in its ways.

They lend a hand to strangers, to those they've never known,

And their principles shine brightly, like stars that proudly own.

 Let us strive to be more, to rise above the tide,

To shed the cloak of selfishness, with humility beside.

For in the realm of hearts, where selective morality resides,

May we choose true integrity, and cast off deceit's guise.