i thought of a town
where the homeless
are swept up
to make way for
tax-funded
royal weddings
only being allowed
to return to their
haunts once
the carriages and
bewildered horses
have paraded past
where their
flattened boxes and
duvets
would undoubtably
sully the day
what a town
what a nation
what a world
i thought of a chapel
where marauded wealth
is displayed
that time and
inheritance
is supposed to have
absolved
where the lord’s
favour
could not be more
clearly
channeled by man
absorbed by pallid
smirking faces
and the stiffness of
position
what a chapel
what a church
what a god
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