The Emperor's New Clothes. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

What a fine day it was,
with all the pomp and ceremony.
Everything built up on a high,
and everything stood to testimony.

All the jewels were gleaming,
Such a pageant it was.
Millions spent on the show,
Everyone stood there beaming.

And no one said a word,
as he was paraded through the streets.
Everyone continued to cheer
the spectacle that they did greet.

What was it all for,
One could wonder why.
While half the countries starving
one part is living a lie.

The lie continues onward,
Dressed in pomp and splendor.
Pretends to give a hoot,
But will always be a spender.

Such a farce it is,
until a child tells the truth,
Everyone else went along with the pretence,
They are the cause and root.

The Emperor's New clothes,
are not to be seen.
Cause what you see
is a man who comes from a time
that has been.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
Based on Hans Christian Andersens Tale: The Emperor's New Clothes.