Equality Poem by Lawrence Frankpitt Fearby

If everyone could tempted be,

The rich, the poor man equally

The cowlèd nun, a shy recluse.

The city harlot lewdly loose.



The peasant uninitiate

The wise man in this learned state

What little virtue would remain

The devil points a richer gain.



But paint Hell's mystery in gold

With pleasure, wealth and joy untold.

Imagine Paradise in snow

No lasting peace; No sumptuous show.



Would priest still humbly bend the knee

Prepared to practise charity.

To follow unrewarded good.

As by the faith we're told we should.



L.F Fearby

1942