Pride

Pride is a peacock strutting his plumage,

Climbing the ego escalator,

Bubble-wrapped in vanity and

Void of all humility,

Vainglory arrogance taken to the nth degree.

 

Snobbery trumps self-esteem and

Dignity yields to vain conceit,

And honor becomes a stranger

Begging quarters for a bite to eat.

 

But then…

Nothing’s wrong with hubris tempered

With a skosh of self-respect,

An ornamented mystery

Where truth and logic intersect.

 

Pride in appearance,

Pride in community,

Pride in the nation that we serve.

Pride in our yearning for liberty

Gives us the freedom we deserve.