Virtuous

Why do we hide from vice? Do we fear the rain will poison our skin? A man must not believe that A drop of liquor will melt our souls Or that the touch of lust will burn our skin Do we fear the beggar will snatch our greed away? Forgetful, are we That the flames of wrath do fall to ashes in time Most are too prideful To see their roses stained with the blood Of those who are falling And there lingers forgetfulness of the human condition That we work with the pace of the sloth And lie down To get a taste of a glutton Envious we have become Of what we will never not know again We cover our ears from dirt spat out Of men with a tongue that is not foreign to our own Cast shame upon the ones who look at Displays of filth That have brought us pleasure But we wash our hands of that Wrap our eyes in white ribbon And continue to walk away from our reflections