3.16. The emperor has no clothes

time for reflection. inconstancy and chaos prevails. between Trump and Europe there’s no connection. reminds me of an emperor’s tale. Putin plays the cunning tailor sewing with threads of deceit. offers a garment of empty promises and Trump sets to bowing at his feet. around the emperor's court they gather, these leaders with their flattery. they spend their time in pompous clatter and march in played up harmony. they whisper soft assurances. they’re so afraid of open fight. flattery seems their only weapon. truth bends to power, bends to might. the procession moves in silence. an empire built on fragile prose. no one dares to raise the question: does the emperor have clothes? Europe leans on distant thunder counting planes and borrowed might. afraid to tear NATO asunder. determined to keep up the freedom fight. the procession keeps on moving. an empire built on fragile prose. while newspapers succeed in proving that the emperor has no clothes. Europe's dreams of peace lie broken. concepts shattered on the floor. reasoned judgement can’t be woken. he ever only aims for more. And still the march continues. for none dares to expose the truth that’s bare before us: the emperor has no clothes. if bravery keeps lacking let history disclose: when Europe's leaders kept their silence the emperor had no clothes.