We like to pride ourselves that we
Are better than most around us.
We oft do overeaters be,
And angry when others do fuss.
We like to procrastinate and
Not do important things we must,
Saying others don't understand.
We call it love when really lust.
We find it so unfair indeed
Others have stuff we desire sure.
There's nothing wrong pursuing greed.
We're jealous of those greedier.
We are when good's dying begins.
We are the seven deadly sins.
Never better did I hear, A more exact resume, Of what we be, Than in the two last lines, Of this extraordinary poem, Said so preciously.100 Stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The surprise ending is a real stunner. A wake up call for humanity. Let's hope that people start getting their priorities in order. Great poem, Ima!