A New Queen is Born
I stood at the back of the line and watched nature unfold in front of my weeping eyes. I stood at the back of the line watching them moving in droves from every corner of the globe; colors of all sort waving in the pitch dark and a tiny light from above guiding the processions.
Ten millions people waiting to board the flights and everyone heading to London to participate in the activities and to show respect to the deceased queen. The hotels are booked out and guest houses are over stressed, dorms and hostels are full and my friends are paying thirty pound per night to get a space in a private house to sleep on the floor. The airports lines are long and people are moving in droves and multitude of them reminiscing on the airport floor. Scores of baggage loaded onto the conveying belt, filled with gifts to honor the dead.
I look beyond the horizon and saw a double deck container loaded with gold, and a three star liner stacked with American dollars, a ship loaded with cows, goats and pigs sailing from the African content carrying their tributes for the dead queen.
All roads lead to London they are going to Buckingham palace to join the procession. Business class, and first class are all sold out, private jets and presidential plane are rolling in. Some dignitaries just get an hour’s notice to get to London the same day, they travel with a formal suit and a pair of shoes to match their suit. London has come alive once more and I wish her majesty was here to join me on the dance floor. Buisness is roiling and strike is off, you have much energy to keep you out of the dark; the trains are running on time and the unions have surrender without an extra dime. If you call upon Briton to work towards a cause, they will put politics aside and rally together to mend the broken wires.
Death has no appointment but can bring people together in minutes or hours. Just look on the other side of the street and you will see exactly what I mean
The Egyptian boats are pulling upon the shore with spices and teas that can last for a century; a hundred thousand tons of gold is stacked in their boats and the Arabian bought gifts that can fill a mine. All this is in honor of dead queen. The bills are cleared and the debts are paid and the queen lies in her coffin with a smile on her face. Paddington bear somber in tears, and reach for her handbag to see if anything is in it, he found a slice of bread, a tea-cup, a spoon and a slice of butter melted on the moon
Communities in, England, Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales comes alive, young and old are on the street and it’s a second jubilee telling a tale within a tale of how a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother lived her life and capture the heart of the world in a sudden flight. A Tale that brought the Elizabethan era to an end and one that will be told by all generation.
The restaurants are busy and the bars are swinging and a sweet aroma is escaping from every kitchen. The processions journey through every street, village and town all the way to London, Hyde Park, Westminster, Downing Street and Buckingham Palace.The military in full display and commonwealth countries gather together in one flock in London to show their respect to the queen. One full week of activities and special tributes to celebrate a little lady that has touched the lives of seven point eight billion people. The queen has sacrificed her life for soul of the world; the old queen is dead and a new queen is born.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2022
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