Windsor's Wicked Queen Witch is Dead

No more fine garments of silk, lace or cushions of thick rich brocade.
Just countless funeral processions and Death's final motorcade.

Showy entertaining events before she is inevitably punished severely in her grave. The oppressor queen, maker of widows, orphans and the colonial enslaved,

Only another devil would eulogize
a queen devil when she dies.
A world duped by myth
and hagiograhic lies.

Surrounded by pomp
and circumstance even in death.
Windsor's Wicked Queen in her grave will not be granted rest.

The western world soliciting for a show of international collective grief.
However, there seems to be very few tears shed for Elizabeth the thief... queen chief colonizer

Abu Lateef

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Windsor`s Wicked Queen Witch is Dead