Naked

The King dances naked        
procession marches on      
flags of retribution      
mother sings her song      
into the fire      
pages keep us warm      
guillotine is sharp and shiny      
best to read along      
truth dangling by a thread      
rope upon a tree      
doesn't matter what you think      
the cool-aid not the tea        
drive them out
no sanctuary     
all need to flea      
father told me to think it through      
thinking is not for me      
dancing to the rhythm of the jester’s beat      
his song will set us free      
turn my sight from my sister's plight      
naked we all will be