Humility Is A Virtue Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

Heaven bestowed upon thee good grace
A fortress to house your priced treasury
That you may strive with legendary pace
Your enemies will be sore with injury

Prudence is divine, folly is eternal
Foolish tongues will be plucked in closed-ends
Stripped yourself of pride, humility is cardinal
Keep about your wits; it’s slippery where it bends

Foolish choices are easy to come by
Because men are in a haste to pass judgment
In the end, they’re shamed like passerby
Justice is poisoned by sentiment

Their arrogance makes us ill and we groan
It wouldn’t be long before they’re bemoan