Letras: Inspection 12. 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?