An Emperor used to
Dominating the scenes
Gets scared of the guy
Who can spill his beans
When a side-lined current
Promises to be a live-wire
Masters of spin are needed
To douse the raging fire
To expose the hidden
One needs to be bold
Then Truth finds a way
Of spreading once told
All designer costumes
The Emperor has worn
Are slowly but steadily
Being tugged at and torn
An unabashed narcissist
Emperor loves his face
But when the muck sticks
It reminds us of disgrace
In gagging all dissenters
The courtiers will not fail
Those whispering outside
Will soon be dumped in jail
Will there be any justice
For those already jailed?
Oppressors will succeed
When milords have failed
