Prides Curse

Prides curse

Who stands to the side and claims he’s right,
when he hasn’t struggled with himself and joined the fight?
Who speaks of ways to win the day,
when he hasn’t a method to show the way?
Who gives this man the power to lead,
when to his own advice he doesn’t heed?
We have a word to describe these men;
They have come before and hurt us then
They speak of ways of victories gained,
with words and thoughts and mutual disdain
But in the end they bring the wrath,
of realities weapon a physical path
So when you hear the words of praise,
laid on a speakers as he wins the day
Be sure to rest your life and limb,
on the man who would fight for you not with him
For all the talk and words from the righteous,
its men of action, that are there to save us
So what’s the word we use to describe,
the man who speaks clever but from action he hides?
The word at times, can describe many of us,
It’s the way of pride and its being self-righteous
Untested by actions promised by a word,
those that practice it, should be judged as absurd
They speak most beautifully stroking each phrase,
telling of visions that they have dreamed for days
But in the end when all is done,
the methods they preach are the same from which they run
So mind your ears and decide who’s joking,
and trust in a man who has done what he has spoken