5 minute poetry

[BlackMageGirl!]

This one is called 'Arrogance'

High upon the mountain one man sits
And never traveled down to see the world he admits
And why should he? The world is corrupt
Everyday passes and another story is abrupt
About how people are killed, and city's are burned
What's the point of going down if your screams are never heard?
So he thinks, and he sits all alone on his seat of stone
And he ponders on why no one else has come to his high throne
They are blind, docile, like little born sheep
Frolicking among the prairies where filth and decay creeps.
Don't they see what is down there?
Don't they see it's better to not even care?
And he's to this very day pondering and thinking
For he refuses to think his thoughts are sinking
He is logical, and this superior logic never fails.
Infallible, his train of thought never derails.
He cannot be dissuaded, what is the point of this?
What a wise man, he has seen the world for what it is!
The very essence is evil, and shouldn't even be considered!
Then one girl came, she who had the 'folly' to travel hither.
She came across him, sitting all alone on his seat of stone
And she asked "why not comes with me sir, from this place so prone?
The world is vast, with many places and many delights!"
"Not I." He said "for the world is wicked. I will not go into such blight."
The girl tilted her head, and then she asked
"How do you know this to be true sir? Have you ever left in the past?"
"Didn't you listen to me? Why would I ever leave my place?"
Once again she was puzzled. What does this man refuse to face?
"Sir, if the world is indeed wicked then why are there people still living?
For not all people are evil, and in that many go on believing
What you think sir is a little misguided.
How did you come to be so short sighted?"
The man started, what was she saying?
How can such a little girl be insisting on his not staying?
Why should she care, she is no way attached to him
"Get out little girl, I will not throw away my life on your whim."
And with a sigh, the girl went here way. Such a pity she thought
And the 'logical' man sat there, his ignorance he willingly bought
So goes the story of one man who didn't even see
There was a lot more than what he thought could ever be