The Emperor’s New Closet
The Emperor’s New Closet
he never enters through the door
for fear of the poison
of those men’s minds
minds that will not yield
to his prescribed vision
of what freedom should taste like
no, far too dangerous, these men
whose ideas
could halt the advance
of all that he holds dear
they are dogs
no
worse than dogs
and they shall be kept silent
kept from the light
kept in shackles
kept hidden from humanity
for they are the poison
that dares to dream of other worlds
the emperor can never control
agnewpickens 
You have a terrific way with words.