ARROGANCE
~ 1 ~
'Tis oft that arrogance is in caution hidden,
Or by some jealous streak love is forbidden
For some do think they stand above the other,
Yet really hide behind a lower cover.
They seek to stand where their shadow longer,
Is falsely seen as seeming to be stronger.
In that they capture attention by good deeds,
Designed to boost their ego and their creeds.
But the motives in their hearts are dulled with spite,
And what they do is wrong though they think it right.
But those who blame not others for their ills,
Are better served to contribute their skills.
For where there is remorse and stupid pride,
Folk cannot stand together side by side.
~ 2 ~
I am too much the foe in your spites eye,
An image that you hate so you must lie,
For telling truth would mean you'd have to say,
A word or two in bidding me good day.
How dreadful it must be to hoard such ill,
Squirming in ones body never still...
That rises with foul taste up to the lip,
Tickling every word that truth might slip,
Into a sentence uttered to ignore,
Tainted with a sneer that deforms your jaw.
How crass it is that you should suffer spite,
That by its nature never can set right,
The festering sore that will not leave your head,
Until the image false is good and dead.