Oh Conscience, Where Art Thou?

Before we willfully commit a sin, say lying, don't we feel a pang of hurt in our chest? Or when we already committed something terrible like accusing your friend of cheating you and later finding out he/she is innocent, don't we also feel the same pang of hurt?

Often, if your watch movies, cold blooded murderers are often identified as heartless beasts. Ever wondered why? Yet, we somehow readily identify what heartless mean. To many heartless carry the connotation of cruelty, evil, disgust, injustice and such. Ever wondered why?

Source: http://www.safe-nz.org.nz/Articles/conscience.htm

When we see poor, helpless people in trouble, we again sense this pang. Somehow, we realise deep down inside, the right thing to do is to go out and help. Very good example is when you see someone falls down and have difficulties getting up, would we not quickly go and try to offer aid? Or when a pregnant lady has to stand in a bus, would we not stand up and offer them a seat? Why do I do it? Have you ever asked?

So, if you and I can have this pang once in awhile, don't you ever wonder why many members in Parliament don't have one? When they were informed about PKFZ scandal, many just turned a blind eye. When they were also informed about Gerbang Perdana getting a RM100 million for free, they don't even bother raising complains in Parliament. Somehow, they can give numerous excuses without blinking an eye and smiling as they said it. They can even turn the table around and start calling people stupid, penyangak and goblok.

So then, where is their conscience? Yes, that's the word. Conscience. Conscience oh conscience, where art thou? Have thee forgotten thy voice?

Perhaps, maybe, all it needed to drown the small still voice is merely a sincere excuse....

I need this job because I need to support my family.

Or an attachment excuse...

I have worked so hard to be where I am, am I so stupid to throw it away?

Or mere indifference...

This is not my problem. Let the leaders figure it out.

Or pure fear...

Shit! Its' the Whip!

Day in and out they probably face heart wrenching issues requiring remedial. It doesn't have to be grand. It also doesn't have to be loud. But it requires to be hear. It is a start which should then be followed by a call to debate, to move a motion, agreement, brainstorming and finally, implementation. To ensure effectiveness, measurement of success should be determined, KPIs if you would like, with results recorded, examined and benchmarked against the measures set.

But has that been done? Has justice be rendered to the poor, weak, helpless and downtrodden?

Or has the daily routine numbed them to the point of ignorance? Will the poor, weak, helpless and downtrodden continue to be exploited by racial division cursed to remain a non-issue only to be an important issue at the eve of every single election?

The poor, weak, helpless and downtrodden need a voice. Not just any voice, importantly, a strong, vocal and principled with fairness, equality, justice and brotherly love. It may have been buried in those who downplay and deny its existence yet we should allow it to manifest. That's right even in Parliament, conscience should assume a physical manifestation.

Source: http://www.coolamon.org/three_streams.htm

Will we on March the 8th allow a representation of our collective conscience to assume its rightful place in the August House? A wave of Nays in the sea of Yeas?

Or will we just accept the sins of the incumbent ruling coalition and brush aside their blatant disregard and contempt shown towards their good conscience as though nothing happened?