( with thanks to Maya for the poem below )


the emperor wears no clothes
he has no woes

the top six appears not to see that the emperor has broken the a n c

the lies were long exposed
the secretary general hectors and jokes

the people chatter and stare
bemused by this rotten state of affairs

where are the brave and strong,where are the truthsayers

who will refuse to play along?


wrote that to try and control my rage grrr writing silly rhymes might be safer than smashing the telly