The Queen and the Ravens
The Queen Mother is dead.
Reigning for more than half a century.
Despite the media buzzards that peck at her memory.
She was quite the angel of charity.
Bridging the moat between medieval and modern.
Colonialism and autonomy.
Nonetheless-God couldn't save her.
The people are deep within a misty mourning.
Waves of haters are pissing on 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.
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