The golden piano of Queen Elizabeth

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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 an order to write a poem and hang it like a soldier.
Your soldiers
they beg for change in camouflage to be seen my queen of raptures
walk through Coventry and ask the woman making hay of cardboard.
My Elizabeth
is a girl I know from Potters Green who is the Queen of fuck all
she feeds two babes with sporks and waits at the foodbank with heroes.
December 28, 2018 at 7:58 am
Love this poem, thanks Antony
December 28, 2018 at 9:33 am
Reblogged this on reubenwoolley.
December 29, 2018 at 5:25 pm
Reblogged this on antony owen poetry and commented:
The queens speech at people, not to them.
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