There are some things
I just don’t understand
Like how they praise his talents
When he clearly has none
Or maybe they are right
and I am wrong
Because what harm really
What harm can be done
If his crime is simply vanity
How can that really hurt anybody
Or maybe he’s not even vain
Maybe he’s just a little bit insane
And all those who love him
Are they just being humane
I guess I’ll never know
Is it for real, or for show
Is it transparent
Or bedecked in gold
Is he or is he not
Wearing a robe
I guess I’ll never know
If the joke is on me
All I can do is bow to him
Like everybody
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
how we easily get to blind-follow the established...i too experience this conflict and finally withdraw!
An intriguing poem about the games people play. The Emperor's New Clothes comes to mind. And yet your confession about 'following the pack' is totally understandable. I'm sure many of us have done the same thing - I certainly have. A poem to make the reader think. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
One is untouchable to the forces As long as he has a direction, Sonya.
it seems you have a wounded wing here...cheer up an' be ready for the next flight...who put what jokes on you, Sonya...anyone if so, so insane indeed...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice commentary on the complexities of human interaction. Sometimes so hard to understand, as your poem aptly portrays.