Seven Sins: Pride



When I called your irreverence

For the sake of shame,

You asked my why

And said that a man must have

His wise words untainted, unquestioned

Like a god’s.

With every order

You spoke yourself

Unto things like power.

Your disposition carefully woven

Into strands of self-assurance

Like crochet.

Your words so loudly proclaimed

From the top of mountains

That a man must have, always.

Like a biblical, sacred text

That named you as prophet

Endless verses

Nuanced to the sound of your voice

In perfect synchronicity.

With a rage you dispelled vitriol

Over offhand jibes and remarks.

You wagered fists against faces

Missiles against races

For saying things that esteemed you

Less than fame and fortune.

You uplifted vanity, like a shroud

On cherubic wings that whistled, lyre-like

With every fanciful mention of you

And fondness for your achievements

No matter how infinitesimal.

You said no other was destined

To match your esteem

To reach your virtue.

And that their inventions of mind and body

Were but molehills compared to your mountains.

You stood on shoulders,

And said the bones were merely earth at your heels.

You said exhaustion was only a trifle

And toil a means

To contend yourself with the heavens

And to fly, for eons

Of eternities written in stars to your excellence.

Panegyric constellations

That forsook Octavian

And all the Caesars

In exchange for you.

When the gods turned their glimpses

From Einstein and Aristotle

Abandoned Kublai Khan

For your flawless Xanadu.

You were prized to win their honor

Because a man must simply have.

Lost in an opiate sea of somnolence

Dead to the words of others.

Their wants and wishes

Answered silent over the cry

Of your dreamer’s condescension

That spoke through slumbers

With nary a doubt attached.

The toll of your mismanagement

Toppled ages

Brought an end to empires.

And still you proclaimed

That a man must have

Where your greatest judgment erred,

You said that only time would tell

And blamed the stars as faults

For your incompetence

You said that courage was the conscience of kings

And prudence the vice of fools.

You sought counsel, mirror-deep

Ignoring all others.

Drowning those around you

With a sea of impunity,

Waves of impotent strength

Tethered like wings of assurance.

Imagine legends lost by vanity

Prophecies unwritten

By the crime of conscience

And condescension.

Imagine kings un-throned

And princes put to torch.

Imagine perfection stripped away

Like onion layers

One by one.

And you diminished

Like an atom under lens.


Like a single-celled prokaryote

Once godly, now swimming small

Soundly subatomic

But still proclaiming in whispers

That a man must have.

Flexing your membrane in all directions,

Like a starlet expanding, encompassing

Then imploding by the same force

Drawing inwards

Sinking to sizes invisible,

Until nevermore.

The very remnants of legends undone

To the ruin of reputation

And the trials of time.

When ashes remained

Of the monument

Mounted to Caesars

In your image

You merely stood on the rubble

And pledged a second likeness

Greater than the first

When your city fell into wars and ruin

You promised to build Constantinople

When you lost to the Allies

After trenches buried in blood

You promised retribution

In the name of nation

And forged an empire

That like the Romes and Macedonias

Fell to its own ambition

When you saw farmers on jungle soil

Raising red for Charlie’s cause

You invoked the name of kin and country

And like a demon rained fire

From sunlit skies

Sprinkling napalm like zyklon-b.

When the Eastern bloc

Like Tito

Spurned your overrule

You enforced it through expulsion.

Made Siberian dungeons

The refuge of opposition.

When you ruled, you were chanced for destruction

By the same power

That forged you

And carried your cause.

Your vigor sufficed

By unchecked vanity

And so it crumbled, right before you

And still in the ashes you said

That a man must have.
















About achavers22

I am a young writer: very ambitious and always trying to come up with new ideas, while working with the ones I have. I really love sci-fi, fantasy, and any type of fiction. And I'm a huge movie lover so you may see me posting impassioned reviews of films I've watched. And I love to read in my spare time (classics, history, fiction, etc.). Reading really helps me to sharpen my writing skills. Other than that I'm usually on my iPod, laptop, plumbing through 70s music. Disclaimer: my blog does not take credit for pictures that appear in posts. If you are the owner of any of the images and do not wish them to be posted here please let me know via email:
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