Emperor’s New Clothes

There was the parable about

An Emperor arrayed.

In new apparel he turned out

As he led the parade,

He hadn’t on him any clothes

For anyone to see

Which actually would expose

Him in his nudity.

For what the emperor had on

Did not resemble dress;

In fact His Majesty wore none

To cloak his nakedness.

You see this parable applies

To what goes on today,

So nobody believes his eyes,

Cause all is on display.

America, you’ve gone too far,

Unable to turn back:

New clothing on an Emperor;

A robe upon a rack!

A God in Who we had to trust

We’d better to ignore;

Who cannot even be discussed

Now turns a metaphor.

For we believe in everything,

Whatever we are told:

Before us on parade the king

’S a wonder to behold!

Who’s clad in all his Majesty,

As all he has to wear,

For all of him you have to see

He’s absolutely bare.