There was a time when that certain someone 

Who told the world the emperor had no clothes on

Was seen as a visionary, a sage, a hero,

But nowadays, if you don't go along 

With the opinions of the mob,

They'll trample you right along with

The pearls that someone's thrown out

To the swine as they follow the lemmings

Over the cliff.

You might be a visionary,

A sage, a seer or a prophet,

But you'll be nothing left but a 

Greasy spot along the trail for speaking your mind,

And no one will even name a day for you,

Or include you on a list of saints or martyrs to forget,

Much less a pantheon,

But they might call you a devil,

And name you "Satan'sSpawn."

-jenn