On The Sin of Pride

I keep a watchful eye now
For age-old sin of Pride 
(We hardly use that word now
That word - Sin! - we deride
It’s very nature, quaint now
Yet one more Truth denied
And Virtue, set aside now
Lo, Freedom’s deified!)

Yes, Pride is all around now
Its seeds spread far and wide
It grows in every heart now
It blooms, and needs not hide
Pride grows with zest and verve now
Mulched with our deadened eyes
Black mirrors in our hands now
Pride’s gardens multiplied 

Alas, this is the way now 
Our lives suffused with Pride 
The original Sin now
Prized, what was once decried 
One wonders for how long now
We’ll let desires decide
Will we break free of Pride now
Or endlessly abide?