Pride

A villain in disguise, 

everyone has a little pride.

No tongues of fiery red,

it's all just in your head.

Clouding those in which it hosts,

it's the reason why you boast.

So now it's up to each of us, 

to quell our raging, prideful lust.

For when we choose to puff our chests,

to raise our voice and beat our breasts

in unrescending love of self-

our admiration for our wealth.

Our pride and arrogance- we proclaim

drowns out the voice of utter shame.

For in our own self-centered gaze,

we fail to see the world ablaze.