Oh, How the Emperor Loves His New Clothes!

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 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)