conscience?

Conscience


I'm a hippie,
a tree-hugger,
the smoke that you exhale.
I'm the cough that wakes you up at night,
the house that you can't sell.
I'm the vote you didn't cast,
the word that you can't spell,
the parking ticket you cast aside,
the time that you can't spare.
I'm the soldier you don't think about,
the farmer you don't know;
I'm the plate you pass along-
EMPTY-
I'm the punch you didn't throw.
I'm the one you just cut off,
The little car you didn't see.
I'm you, bitch,
and you are me.