The Queen is dead, many are now in mourning
For what she represented, a time of deep reflection,
Dedicated to her people, majestic and regal
With Golden crown on head, forever dutiful,
A strong figurehead as our head of state
In her gilded palaces, respected full of grace
Distinguished, dependable and loving
For this reason tears are overflowing,
Others as cost of living bites very hard
Already feeling too much sorrow,
meding to beg, steal and borrow
So the vestiges of power and privilege
Could simply not follow or show allegiance,
Can not join in the choruses of salutation
Life too full of emptiness and bitter frustration,
Remembering how Elizabeth through her long reign
Served and rewarded the rich and the powerful,
Binded the poor to their fate, they could not escape
Expected those she ruled over to remain patriotic,
As she lived in luxury from the cradle to the grave
Forgot at times to feel our collective hurt and pain
Today though I will avoid causing unnecessary offence
Acknowledge those currently struck by grief,
As her beloved son Charles takes over the throne
Will prepare myself for the debates that come.
(Dedicated to Elizabeth Alexandra Mary or HRH Elizabeth the Second, 21 April 1926 -8 September 2022 R.I,P.)
