Conscience Laments

 

You drink all you want

and dance all night long,

You sway by the vile

intoxication through you,

You burn your hours of

toil in so-said holy hour,

You pray to the Lord and

pray for more, and mercy,

Yet you round up in holes

dug by yourself or so-said you?

 

For I am nothing but insignificant,

Second fiddle to your merry self.