complicit

I am complicit. I don’t want to be.
I drive a car too many miles consuming gas beyond my share.
I am complicit. I don’t know how not to be.
I eat food from far lands grown and picked by people living in poverty.
I am complicit. I try hard to forget.
I wear clothing made by people living in virtual slavery.
I am complicit. I don’t know how to change that.
I recycle bins of paper each week as trees are sacrificed so I can stay informed.
I am complicit, though I try hard not to be.
These are the small sins I can think of at 7 am on a Thursday morning.
There are bigger uglier sins I carry: gluttony, greed, ignorance, silence, desire, coveting, lust, anger, vengeance.
I am complicit in the sins of my culture. My heart screams for me to stop.
I'll try to follow my heart.