Ever since we're children
Mothers always tell us
Consequences of our actions
Could be dire, could be grave
Like the butterfly effect
A shake of spider's web
The ripples extend outwards
From a rock dropped in a pond
I could hurt you
I could never meet you
I could stand aside and watch
As you're beaten down
I've never heard it said
You know it must be true
Real hero's never guilty of
A sin of omission