They want us to unsee what we have seen

They want us to unhear what we have heard

They want us to forget what cannot be forgotten

we always saw the naked truth

we saw that the emperor had no clothes

we saw it and

we said it

but now that the veil was

pulled off and the truth revealed

the level of deniability was lost

the crowd booed

the party over

we they everybody went home alone

even though they were with someone

silent alarms went off inside

their heads

the storm of their believing

was dead

santa was no more

crushed were their hopes

dreams were now nightmares

belief suspended like the pants

on an old farmer

truth then be untold

fold up your dreams put them 

in your pocket

revolution is real

could great be again

or had that ship sailed already

is Ulysses home yet

is the war over.