Of darkness
The sun cometh
Out of the gloom
The new generation
Have arrived
And they are not
The couple standing
Upon their own balcony
This couple were
The generation
That the WWII
Was fought for
For the survival
Of the Western world
For Democracy
Should reign supreme
That those who foolishly
Followed Hitler
And the Fascist
Black Shirts
Who wanted a pure
Perfect bred of humans
The Aryan race
Not to recall
That the Aryans
Had disappeared
A millennium earlier
These two exemplified
The new people
Who were going to rule
The world in peace
And prosperity
Instead they had nothing
But problems
They were not even
Allowed to get married
Until after the times
Changed
Now they are old
And new at their job
Meanwhile
The witch is standing
There so frustrated
And not even a pure race
She is an adopted child
Forgotten at Heathrow
And taken home by
An airline stewardess
It is believed that
It was discovered
That her true nature
Is Jewish
That hateful ethnicity
That the Nazis
Attempted to bred out
By extermination
But modern times
Anyways there she is
With no breeding
Nor background
Who are the
Middletons or
The Goldsmiths
Anyways
Poor thing
Is starving herself
To remain virgin like
Incredible to make
Oneself look like
A young male
You know
Young Greek god
Such as Alexander?
Just to appear
Not to notice
That the King
Has earned his crown
And he was born to it
But she just has to have
Cancer the same time
As the King
Too bad, too bad
I am so young
Actually she is forty
About the age
Charles was forced
To marry in order
To have children
What does she think
She is doing up there?
Is she really sick?
Or is she going to make
A miraculous recovery?
By the way
Most people in
Chemotherapy
Loose their hair
Which yours seems
To be just fine
But you are beginning
To go grey....
Why dont you check
On your people
The Welsh
Princess of Wales
And see if you
Can do a nose count
Of all of them
Even the ones
Who no longer reside
In the British isles....
I bet she has even
Shaken hands
With that man
Zelensky
Who is killing off
His own people
As part of his
Soviet parents designs
Get rid of all
The trash ...
Anyways
If William should die
He will probably
Be willing to become
Her lover...
Did you notice
That this little
War over a territory
Which was once Welsh
James Hughes
Took fifty thousand
People from Wales
And built up an entire
Nation which was later
Renamed after Stalin
Dont worry
Just smile
And wave
They are for the most
Part already dead...
Meanwhile
There is a coven
Being arranged
In the old west indies
The Canadiens
Have arrived to support
Thier neighbors
Against the tired old man
The Russians have an agreement
To be able to lodge
Without bloodshed
At Cuba
But Democracy
Feels threatened
Where would Europe
Be today if not
For Russia?
I bet she even
Secretly suggests
She is a Romanov....
As for that other thing
She has not stopped
Causing trouble
And she is not my
Daughter
No matter what
Miss Markle says
She is not mine
Nor is she a native
American princess
Nor our her children
Welcomed in my life
Sorry Harry
Really I am sorry
Did you know
My mother was
Originally named
Harold?
Thats right
Her grandmother
Was named Harriet
And somehow
The original paperwork
Got her gender wrong
It was changed
To Carole instead
But she did name
My dog Harry
After herself
Just to get even
He is the one by
The way who won
The Westminster
Dog show
Best of show
I was just 10 or 12
Got accidently left
Behind by my family
But remembered learning
How to train a dog
For the military
Went from show to show
Looking for my family
Who were always lost
Got my picture in the paper
And they found me!
The person handing
Me the ribbon
By the way
Was the Honorable
Diana Spencer
Such a long time ago
And no one knew
Who she was either
She made it sadly
Through her life
Working every day
In order to prove
Herself only to be
Taken down
Life is unfair
A little sunshine
Is needed though
In order to make
Another day
I apologize
To those who
Find me offensive
After all I just don't
Know any better
I am Indian!
My mother had
Cancer
For several decades
I kept paying for her
Treatment
Only to find
Someone else just
Needed to lay there
Instead of her
Having chemotherapy
Not that it might
Not have helped
Hers was in her brain
I knew something
Was wrong with her
When I was young
I remember the Mayo
Clinic that told
Her grandparents
That half of her life
Was over already
She was only thirty
And I was still
A toddler
It was unfair
If I had not been
Born
She could have had
A Princess life
It is too bad
My real father
Had to suffer
The consequences
Of his wife not getting
Her treatment
His life was over
By the time
He was forty
Dead before sixty
And not given
His way at any time
I am not forgiving
To those who had
The opportunity
And chose not to
Provide the necessary
Relief
I have no daughters
If I find one of those
Celebrity girls
Claiming me as theirs
I will have them
Convicted of treason
And watch them
Executed
My parents lost
Thier lives
Just for this
New generation
To sit on top
Of someone
Else with the
Thing they shit out of
One sits on chairs
Not on humans
Best to Charles
For what is left
Of his life
And Democracy
For I believe
It is dead
Democracy
Look at Paris
They are getting ready
For a hundred year anniversary
Of the Olympics
And they are spilling
Blood again
The Myth
Of the Sun King
Louis the 16th
Is that he was
The only survivor
Of his parents
Attempts to have
A child
All the others
Died
He was the only one
And his kingship
Was seen as the blessing
Of god himself
His grandson the
Dauphin
Was executed by guillotine
By the very people
Who benefitted from his
Families authority
They are still reveling
In the streets
And setting things on fire
Where is the gratefulness
For having a reasonable
Ruler who is not
Attempting to steal
Thier ancestors
For himself!
Anyways
The sun has come out
Again
After the gloom
Of the Pandemic
Return to normal
Everyone gets to run
Around again
Causing mayhem
Wrecking others plans
For a life without
Being enslaved
To an individual
Such as Jimmy
Who says he is the one
Who gets to decide
Who will be the ruler
Or is elected
So perhaps
She should introduce
Herself to him
Instead of me
Or mine
My name by the way
Harry is not mentionable
In polite society
My mother decided
To get even with her
First born
The heiress
Who has been robbed
By everyone
Including my identicial
Sister who got my face
And the name intended
For me
I was awarded it after
She died
Because the Judge
Could not pronounce mine
I pronounce it
Aurora
The aurora borealis
Comes before the
First early rays of
Dawn
Out of darkness
Into light...
My mother spelled it
Jehovah
Do you know
What that means?
She was an atheist
My mother
It was my real father
Who believed in god
He just could not find him
With all of the tricksters
Running around after
The war
To wreck the idea
Of Democracy...
Let there be light!
Oh that is from the Bible
Got to find another credible source....
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