To The Victor Go The Spoils

I tread down the street today as far as I could.

I though long and hard about if what I done was good.

I petitioned my brain: Was I proud or in vain.

Where I stood?

But who are you to say what's true?

And who am I to say your right?

It's up to you and me.

I made up my mind today or so I had thought.

I planned out a speech for what would happen if we fought.

No remorse, No regret, No forgive, No forget.

Something's unethical is it me?