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The Emperor's New Poem
we live in an age where people sew lies
so that threads become tangled and lost
- naked facts disappear because weavers ‘advise’
to cut cloth at whatever the cost.
just beware that parade that marches aloof
with its sycophants cheering in line
- their silence inside may be hiding the truth
but will tear at life's fabric in time.
so 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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