Detail of Superbia (Pride) from The Seven Deadly Sins and the Four Last Things by Hieronymous Bosch

I would rather fly to the ice walls of Antarctica, or dwell among the steppes of Alexander’s Gate, than listen to fools discuss right and wrong.

Woe to you, Luther! Woe to you, Genevan Gigolo!
Now everyone thinks themselves to be their own Pope and Plato!

Watch them, listen to them as they preach behind screens, this wretched throng;
How they rend themselves when they find something acceptably unclean!
“A man of eighteen years, and a girl of sixteen? Groomer!”—so goes their song.

Yet what would they have done, if the man dressed as a queen?
Give them pause—but not for long—and then they would cry anew:
“Love is Love! All are Equal!”—so goes their screen-song, their song-screen.

Count that “love” as love and the former untrue
And you mock Justice—but Justice mocks you.