Let my people go
To see Royal people in a cage
puts all of heaven in a rage.
No wonder they're all round the bend.
since they're expected to pretend
to be sun gods so paparazzi
can catch them at it dressed as Nazi
party goers. If they're weird
it's no more than we should have feared.
Trained puppets who are forced to fit
a mould without resenting it.
Consider the lilies of the field
who neither spin nor toil but yield
their loveliness--and then regard
the royals who we are working hard
at shaking hands and meeting folk
who bore them witless. If one spoke
sincerely they would surely tell
us all their life is total hell.
Let those people go, set free
the wretched British royalty.
Who gives a toss if horsy Camilla
rides into the sunset with her Chilla.
[This message has been edited by Janet Kenny (edited February 17, 2005).]
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