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The Emperor's New Poem
we live in an age where people sew lies
to the point where our threads become lost
naked truths disappear once those weavers ‘advise’
to make good at whatever the cost.
beware that parade as it marches aloof
that has sycophants cheering in line
the silence inside may be hiding the truth
but will tear up life's fabric in time.
where is that child who laughs and cries out:
“when they speak they say nothing at all”?
until he appears and until we cast doubt
they’ll spin yarns and forever walk tall.
Copyright ©
Gary Radice
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