The golden piano of Queen Elizabeth

antony owen poetry

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Your Majesty –

in the golden piano lay your keys to your kingdom

black and white keys making discordant music if listened to.

Your Treachery –

speak of your poverty not ours as our jewels are stars

the universe of collieries blew out years ago by knighted men.

Your Speeches –

Grenfell was a palace for Shohab and John sweet disciples

they cannot refurbish soil so hang your imported slave silks

Your Palace

I read it will cost three hundred and sixty-nine million pounds.

if you walked to the park you will see your soldier raiding bins.

Your anthem,

I hear it in the wheeze of a dying vagrant who served in Iraq

his friend exploded like an English rose in an armoured rover.

Your Majesty,

I do not condone the letter ‘E’ for empire it died a million times,

my heart gave me…

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