Bonfire of vanities: A poem 

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Burn the effigies of greed 

Cast overambition to seed 

Make a compost of ego 

where humility’s saplings grow 

Beauty is only skin-deep 

Take a reflection in modesty’s stream 

Honesty be the tomes you keep 

Integrity and prudence be your dream 

Character fumbles in advocacy’s gaze 

In pastures of astuteness let livestock graze 

Live with a smiling pauper’s grace 

A fool judges only by the face 

Even the lowly have a name 

Rivers are many, the liquid is the same 

For the day’s crimes, share the blame 

Self-will is not a remedy to life’s game 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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