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Queen Of England...

Queen Of England...

It maybe rude to ask you, but when did you lose your power and fortune?
How long ago did you lose your land? 
Are we more intelligent now that we understand?
That you've sold your soul to the people, Who are multicultural underhand 

You have to gain permission to enter certain kilometres of your own empire
Tell me, has this always been the case? or, are we a country who has lost their fire?
You bow to enter the symbolic gateway to the rich
This is truth, the reality is, ordinary folk think it's a myth 
The mayor of this land becomes king, you my dear become a servant on a string 

Have you lost your order?
Is the puppet still the prime minister?
If so, we'll never know the master 
We the people are being cheated 
Order on earth!
Order on earth!
Open borders stopping a draft
Please, don't make me laugh

You're the Queen Of England 
To prosper, what's your plans?
Men and women need to understand 
For this too, is our living land 

I don't expect nothing, you are a person just like me, but born into a different bloodline
What are you plotting? The rich are purring with milk and honey and I see this as a crime 
To be wealthy is fine I don't hold any grudge, but all I see is a monarchy robbing the blind
The sex rings, prostitute gangs, political syringes injecting the country, to hide so many lies 

At this moment in time, do we live in this country full of pride?
Are we to crumble into a country that only a storyteller will be the voice?
To rid, the social greed, money mad, the ego breed, where's our guide?
At this moment in time, do we still have free speech and a land of choice? 

Queen Of England, where's your backbone? Let us rejoice...

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Terry Kay

Wayne,
thought providing it is indeed! It deserved a second read for little ol' me.. I enjoyed.

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