Leadership
Who does the Monarchy heed the more?
The high of the land or the cries of the poor?
And which of these will thirst for its blood?
Wise is the throne when this is understood.
Soon, England's sons well learned, well toiled
Will see the land by strangers soiled.
And the influence of that hour
Will see removed all vestige of its power.
There is no vote for England's throne.
It's there by tradition, it stands alone.
Feeble of years and unable to rule
It's instruments held in ridicule.
Soon, this shadow of a once great nation
Will be held by others as a poor relation.
To be mourned by those of an older lip,
And all for the want of leadership.
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British Bill © 1992
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