To The Victor Go The Spoils Lyrics - Inspection 12

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?