It's a common, horrid thing,

That contains the letters

P-R-I-D-E

It squelches gracious mercy,

And laughs at moral

Humility

It rears its head and screams

And says, "I'm more than

Enough, you see."

It leaves no room for forgiveness

Or love, focused

Only on being greatness

It's monstrous face is not

A scare, but welcomed by

Most on the block.

Woe to us, our blinded eyes,

How can we not see the

Dark web of lies?

The monster is a common sight

So much that it

Doesn't give a fright.

Beware this common, horrid thing,

Also known as PRIDE,

Be ever-watchful, cautious, searching,

Lest you lose your sight.