Amidst the grandeur of Westminster Abbey,
In a ceremony so lavish, so grabby,
A coronation unfolded, for a new king,
A symbol of oppression, and all that’s wrong with this thing.
For the Republicans, the ceremony was a farce,
A spectacle of privilege, power, and class,
A symbol of the oppression, they’ve long fought to end,
A relic of the past, they could never befriend.
They saw in the coronation, the chains of old,
Of kings and queens, who ruled with power untold,
Who oppressed the people, and squandered their wealth,
Leaving them in poverty, and ill-health.
They saw in the King’s coronation, a betrayal,
Of the values of democracy, so real and so frail,
For how could a king, rule over them all,
When it was the people’s voice, that should always stand tall.
They remembered the struggles, of their ancestors past,
Who fought for their freedom, and cast off their chains at last,
They remembered the bloodshed, the tears, and the pain,
And vowed to never let the monarchy rule again.
They saw in the King’s regal robes, a symbol of greed,
A reminder of the wealth gap, that they so desperately need,
They saw in the crown, a reminder of the oppression,
And vowed to fight on, for a true democratic session.
For the Republicans, the coronation was a sign,
Of the need for change, of a new design,
Where the people’s voice, would always be heard,
And the monarchy’s power, would be forever deterred.
And so, they protested, they rallied, and they spoke out,
Against the monarchy, and all that it’s about,
For they knew that true freedom, could never be found,
With a king or queen, forever crowned.
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