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?