Happy Birthday

Covid spread throughout the kingdom – the people inside the elite compounds, if they heard the many sounds of the ill falling dead, did not seem troubled, not a single head – besides, it was, for them a special day, 60th birthday of their consecrated God and his Queen, to whom all will homage pay – Politicians and Hollywood celebs alike will take numbered turn fawning accolades at the podium mike. Tables strategically set, armed security carefully to vet every privileged guest before passing the Walled Castle-door, so not to allow Covid to take flight and soar, spreading deadly spore through the air – over His Majesty's Red-carpet-floor... There are plates with gold trim, not the painted kind – of Twenty-four Karat as their goblets of wine, precious silver from royal chambers, billionaire vaults, brimming over with champagne from prized cellars, vintage of all sorts, tribute paid by appeasing, complicit European Courts, with thousand dollar a-bottle highly acclaimed ports. There will be classical music combined with White Shaming Hip Hop Rap – diamonds and precious other gems abundantly given for gifts, the nation having been well sapped, American's Treasury criminally tapped, for the king and queen's off-road treats – while theft and murder rages in the commoner's streets – shortages developing to the point masses of people will soon have little food to break-bread and manage – to the ruling devils, simply collateral damage....