LETTER TO THE QUEEN

You sit there on your high throne,
With diamonds on your crown,
Gotten from working my brothers to the bone.
 
You sit there and dictate,
Point your finger at the globe,
(This must surely be a place you hate)
Saying, “Ah, this village I will pillage, plunder and probe!
What political and economic institutions I create,
Let no primitive decimate!”
 
Money, money, money makes the world go round,
Falling shillings, pennies and pounds,
Ah, what a marvellous sound!
Blocking out the cries
Of starving children burdened with flies.
Damn the children of Earth,
Let them eat dirt!
Drive their souls deep into the ground
And let no evidence ever be found!
 
You sit there on your high throne,
Come down oh adorable queen,
With your precious jewels dripping
Like the glistening tears and sweat
That got them ‘round your royal neck!
 
Come down oh adorable queen,
Walk with your bare feet on solid ground,
Run with the wild animals on the planes
And let your soul soar on the back of an eagle
Come see the games our children play
Some down oh adorable queen,
And let the Earth be queen for a day.

~UNKNOWN
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