By Raying Yu

 

Ramstam is but thy pretentious spirit,

Leaves cynical marrow thy sole credit.
Yet the grandeur brings power and honour, 

 And overshadows inanity still wanner.

 

Arrogantly strut the tempral pursuits,
And every lofty cause earns but stigma.
And noble heart to banal soul transmutes
Lonesome is thy ideal upheld highly supra.

 

When every mind in taunt and tease forgoes,
Thy defiance gainst philistinism still gutty.
With a sublime voice in its obstinacy,
Through censures the resolve wifully echoes.

 

For only in nobility can one be truly free,
'Twas always thus, and always thus will be.

 

April 21, 2007

(Tomorrow)