Rise of the Naked Empire
Across the land a new dawn has risen,
bringing change to all it touches,
illuminating every nook and cranny,
as the powers that be extol
the gloriousness of the emperor’s new clothes.
Rejoice at the baring of your soul!
Privacy has become a bad word—to be shunned;
for in this new age all know everything
about everyone—we all lay naked
in the glare—bereft of shelter
as we stand with nothing to wear.
And the predators smile—a sardonic
black-toothed grin, saliva dripping
from their maws as they scan the landscape
of potential prey. All the while,
schisms erupt into mighty chasms;
as the indivisible has been shattered
into factions—fully convinced of their truth.
Eternal Optimists—exude hope
that all will be fine.
Infernal Pessimists—cry out
in the wilderness knowing no one listens.
And the disillusioned realist
weeps in the corner
mourning the end of all things.
The Naked Empire has risen!
© November 13, 2010 CRF