Oh, how the emperor
loves his new clothes!
He loves the flash,
the glitz, the show.
The presentation is
all that matters--
The garish,
ostentatious tableau.
His lackeys and
sycophants grovel before him,
Currying his favor and
kissing his…arse.
Loving all the
attention, he can't
Distinguish between
substance and farce.
The emperor has the
best people--
The best tailors,
the best spinners--
Who say that the
ruler's fancy new clothes
Can separate losers
from winners.
Fawning subjects
praise their leader.
Mesmerized by his
tales,
The people fail to
see the danger
When facts are
ignored and fiction prevails.
Whether from pride,
thirst for power,
Or ego, the
emperor--walking on air--
Doesn't see that
underneath
The pageantry
there's nothing there.
Who can break the
news to the emperor?
Who can put an end
to the lies?
What will bring
about true awareness?
What will it take to
open his eyes?
(2-13-17) By Bob B
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