Mystery of the Rose

The mystery of the rose

The emperor has new clothes

The King is on the road again

We’ll watch him on TV

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Pretend he’ll always be our friend

But I want to hear the angels singing

All the busted doorbells ringing

The tired and huddled clinging on and on

Who never dream they’ll win the fight

Never claim it is their right

Who fall asleep alone at night unknown

 

Fine and fair it flows

The mystery of the rose

To lead is but a pose these days

Complexity the cost

The jewel that has been lost

We watched it all get tossed away

But I’m sick of playing second fiddle

Reading all the cryptic drivel

The tricks and torts that piddle on and on

As I lay me down to sleep

I pray to Christ my soul will keep

Then hurtle on and creep away unknown

 

The mystery of the rose

The marvel of repose

The miracle of those who know

That truth’s a tricky thing

A harmony to sing

A hook to bring it all back home

But I’m sick of all the greedy cunts

Their money, land and schoolyard stunts

That leave us here the brunt of all they own

I want to shake ‘em from the tree

Make ‘em one time finally see

They were only ever gonna be unknown

 

© Ian Lilburne 2018