The Emperor Has No Clothes

The Emperor Has No Clothes

The Emperor has no clothes.
An entire nation,

we wait.
We wait…

holding our breath.
We wait for him to see

what we see.

The Emperor will not admit

his mistake.
He attempts to disguise his nakedness

behind stars and stripes.
It was his intended costume

all along.

We are the naked ones.
An entire nation,

we line the streets.
We watch the Emperor’s parade.
We wag our fingers,

we stare,

horror stricken.

We change nothing.

Lindsay Riggs Brown