The Queen and the Ravens
The Queen mother is dead.
Reigning for more than half a century.
despite the media buzzards that swarm around.
She was the angel of charity.
Bridging the moat between medieval and modern.
Colonialism and autonomy.
None the less-God couldn't save her.
The people are in misty mourning.
Waves of haters are pissing the crown.
which now lies in a shady king's court.
Despite the madness of the moment
(great grieving- international uncertainty)...
Somehow it's still all about
those attention craving ravens
Harry and Meghan.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2022
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