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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
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.
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.
I do not condone the letter ‘E’ for empire it died a million times,
my heart gave me…
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