Su Ben Poet Free verse

The Moment I Craved Intoxication With the Wine of Arrogrance

It doesn’t matter if I ruined myself from intoxication, 
even for a moment, as long as I can get drunk from 
the wine named arrogance.

Although arrogance is the robe so colorful 
that it blinds ordinary man accustomed only to a quiet color 
and it’s conspicuous vividness stunning onlookers and plumps down 
to become a lame, doesn’t matter its consequence, I would like to wear the robe of arrogance because most people think not only that it’s proper to honor and admire arrogant one but even respect, awe and consider him holy.

Because the audience overly admires arrogant one,
speak highly of his every movement and daily activities,
moreover, audience welcomes the arrogant one with thunderous hand-clapping, jump up and down with cry in excitement and even tear impressed by his lordliness.

The audience praises arrogant one from the heart with great admiration, uttering, he is a broad-minded noble with a high-spirited appearance that only strong one can display, pure like clear dew reflecting early morning sun-ray, and more. 

Nevertheless, you shouldn’t have hatred for the arrogant one because
he is a snob just like the emperor* who struts on the daylight way
surrounded by his dignified chamberlains, wearing priceless silken gown 
trimmed and woven with gold threads and uniquely tailored for him.

I wonder why I have a keen desire for glorified moments 
like an arrogant one, and behave in a lordly manner 
intoxicated by wine of arrogance though I know 
the cost of pomposity very well indeed.


*ref: Hans Christian Andersen’s the Emperor’s New Clothes

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