'' If These Sins You Condone '' Poem by Bri Mar

The one called Human,
The intelligent being,
Classed as Man and Woman,
Believe they're all seeing.

So good to each other,
Is how they survive,
As sister and brother,
We thought they would thrive.

But then Lust arrived,
It created a storm,
Murder was contrived,
It became the norm.

When Gluttony appeared,
All bets were off,
They were being reared,
to scoff, scoff, scoff.

Then followed Greed,
They couldn't get enough,
To others in need,
They just said tough.

Sloth became cool,
Doing nothing all day,
Those idiots who rule,
Though still got their pay.

Which fired our Wrath,
Inspired such hate,
To follow that path,
Some couldn't wait.

When Envy was rife,
We all became jealous,
To desire that life,
We became overzealous.

That gave some Pride,
To others brought shame,
I would never deride,
But you must accept blame.

The choices we make,
Are but ours alone,
It's yourself you forsake,

‘' If These Sins You Condone ‘'