Every time, before we have a new emperor in our political dirty capital, the infirm, the poor and the veterans are promised better times and solutions for their problems.
But when push come to shove, the emperor will help the bankers that lost the few savings of the poor, do nothing against the infirm predators, and abandon the promises to the war veterans like old bloodied rags on a forgotten alley.
The emperor thought he had not a chance to reach the throne but what a way to make noise!
Well, the emperor was wrong, he got to sit on the throne with a new set of clothes that no one can see.

“Take off your new clothes”
we asked the naked emperor
you are not fooling anybody,
even yourself, not anymore,
our eyes are so tired, expecting
to see what was promised before,
when you had no chance to get
where you are now, on the throne.

We are the soldiers that were
the cannon fodder of each war,
we were cheaper than the bullets
killing “enemies” you didn’t fought
but the sons of waiting mothers
you promised would be return
to be thankfully tended back to life
and not like now, the ones you forgot.

We are the debris of every conflict
look over your shoulder, emperor,
they march the on country’s streets
and believe, they are a million strong,
which an Executive Order can make
to get right all that have been wrong,
granting one and every each of them
the claims they are rightful entitled for.

Indifference will force one of these days
War Veterans to march on Washington,
bearing on their shoulders your guilt for
hundred of thousands soldier’s ghosts,
so your shame will be completely naked
wearing the new clothes of the emperor,
the one that promised so much when he
thought couldn’t never reach, the throne.