The Emperor's New Poem
'the weavers' weave threads with material lies
sewing doubt at whatever the cost
- so that those who don't wish to be labelled unwise
turn their heads when the facts becomes lost.
beware the parade that is marching aloof
with just sycophants cheering in line
- for the silence inside that is hiding the truth
cuts away at life's fabric in time.
so where is that child who laughs loud 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 | Year Posted 2024
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