I stand here naked,
not of clothes
But of all defenses
Because I have decided
To let words rings true to their value.
You were listening for a while
And then your voice rang like a bell
In resonance with the loudest timpani
Till the walls let the sound sink into them
And the floor, and there was no ceiling
( anymore).
But then what happened to us?
Have we dissolved in fear or indifference,
Have we become transparent to lies
Allowing them to pass through?
Untouched are our bodies you think
Wrapped in protective feathers of faith?
Will we stand naked all over again?
This time in shame, because
The emperor’s clothes, as it turns out,
were too thin to be true .
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