Your crown is made of the peoples bones and hunger, overjoyed by drops of water landing on ground after years of droughts. There’s no doubt about your level of ignorance and demolition. It keeps on caving in towards the society’s imperfect assumptions on what they hold to be valuable. Their love is chewed up, used and spat out. As the world watches, they burn. As there is nothing left except the yearn, for hunger and bones shatter and split into fragments upon where they lead a stone that is carved with the names and images of the passengers gliding around this town. You took it all and gave nothing back. Instead, you tell us to smile and pay you with respect. God save the queen, yeah right. Cities.. but is that all what you have really achieved, what about the massive destruction and lives lost through years of brutal defeat. You tempered with hopes of endless generations, melded their hearts with trauma and the bitterness of tar as they call upon the names of gods not thinking clearly about the fates of our own blood and destiny. Why? How was that the case? How could it be?