Political Poems and Songs of Protest

The Clothes Have No Emperor

         The Clothes Have No Emperor


                   


         It’s an expensive suit with a long red tie.
         The material’s great, but it’s lined with lies.
         It’s fueled by hate as it struts the stage,
         And it fills the crowd with trumped up rage.

         A swoop of hair just floats in space,
         Above spray tan orange that suggests a face.
         Then a tailored jacket with a clever cut,
         To square round shoulders and hide the gut.

         A crisp white shirt (no coloreds please),
         And relaxed fit pants for greater ease.
         Set off by shoes of exotic hide,
         Too bad that there’s no one inside.


                    Terrence G. Fisher 2019


Author's note: ▶︎

An entry for "Once Upon A Contest"
Prompt: Write a 'Blazon' poem inspired by a Fairy Tale.
Fairy Tale: The Emperor's New Clothes