ἐλεύθερος - Sonnet 4

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Thus: one without a heart, in ill reserve

Of mannerisms, conduct, and of speech,

Can trick the eye, so delicate in nerve,

To overlook offenses doled to each.

If money glints at twilight, one needs just

To hold it overhead, yet out of reach.

Vocation, fame, and doctrine they discuss,

But oft neglect to practice what they preach.

For shame! for selfish modes of avarice

To launder in such incredulity.

So neatly do their armies capture us

Unfazed, albeit disapprovingly.

Whatever doth the eye choose to behold,

Take care to not be swayed by note or gold.

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-JDH