Rose Tinted Glasses
The queen did love red,
and so red she wore.
There was red in her kitchen,
her bathroom, the floor.
She prized her red glasses
she always kept close,
for they made what she saw
the same shade as the rose.
And going outside with her
red tinted specs,
she saw skies and people and
other objects.
But with rose tinted glasses
that's all that she saw.
She didn't know better,
didn't know at all.
The rose masked the anger,
the rose masked the blood.
The rose masked the deep red
horizon and mud.
She went on for days
and ruled through the years,
oblivious to all the
troubles and tears.
'Til one day a servant
who shall be unnamed,
got rid of those glasses
that's why he is famed.
She went with her day
a hysterical mess,
she tripped on her skirt and
spilled cake on her dress.
But one look outside
and she finally saw,
what she's been missing
and gone was the awe.
Famine and plague and
war and loss.
There was total discord
abroad and across.
Convinced that it was all
her fault (since it was),
she ruled with more
compassion because
She realized the glasses had
blinded her eyes,
the horrors she saw
were horrors disguised.
She spread out her riches
and gave up her things,
she sold all her gold and
her watches and rings.
She brought forth prosperity,
money and wealth,
which soon lead to happiness
and to good health.
Her people were pleased
and their joy was wide-spread,
and the queen then decided
she hated rose red.