The Descent Of Pride Poem by Fathima Usman

Pride, the survivor of a wealthy pedigree,
The passionate song of sin sung free,
The inheritor of the devil's riches,
The evil element of wizards and witches.

Pride, the usurper of noble thought,
The only thing which vanity sought,
The eternal stain on man's soul,
The successor of ambition after achieving the goal.

Pride, the breath of beautiful wenches,
The cunning revealer of gold in trenches,
The smile on a lad's face,
The destroyer of humanity without a trace.

Pride, deserter of the poor birth,
Ignorant of their humble mirth,
The companion of the rich horde,
Rooted in their soul, is its abode.

Pride, the detester of the fortunate poor,
Never approaching their rustic moor,
Though the lead of wealth's content,
Thou shalt never corrupt the hearts of the content.