Gold a lady who's sure all that glitters is

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

The electric anthem skirls
god save the Queen.

Street parties and cheers.
Souvenirs from gold to plastic baloon.
Jubilee celebrations adorn the nation.

The Palace in flame as beacons are lit
Today its music rocks; tomorrow insurance.

The most expensive firework and laser light colour wash ever.

Sycophants
marvel at the cossetted
blindly pass shop doorways
park bench sleepers
ignorant to the homeless
to pee on the squats of the outcast.

Land of the free fortune of birth.