The Emperor’s New Clothes

There was the parable about

An Emperor to be arrayed

In new apparel he turned out

In majesty to be displayed.

He hadn’t on him any clothes

That everybody had to see,

Which actually would expose

That he was in his nudity;

For what the emperor had on

Did not resemble any dress,

In fact His majesty wore none

To cover up his nakedness.

You see, this parable applies

To what is going on today,

So no one can believe his eyes

As all is what is on display.

America, you’ve gone too far,

Seeming unable to turn back.

New clothing for the Emperor:

A robe to hang upon a rack!

A God in Who we had to trust

Is unbelieved in anymore,

Who cannot even be discussed

In public being we ignore.

Now, we believe in everything,

What ever it is we are told.

Before us, on parade, the king

Is such a wonder to behold!

Who’s clad in all his Majesty,

For anything he has to wear

As, all of him you have to see

Is that he’s absolutely bare.