Pomp & Circumstances

Edith lived to serve
And give the kids what they deserve
Pockets full of sweets
That she'd hand out as a treat

Forty-seven years
Wiping away tears
Leaving the schoolyard
Really hit her hard

Nothing in her working life
Could prepare her for the strife
Pension barely covers costs
Finding herself at a loss

Feeling vulnerable and frail
Golden autumn starts to ail
Forced to choose between not eating
Or leaving her flat without heating

In a palace not too far
Several bodies' lengths from harm
Sits another "born to serve"
Living off the public purse

Privilege handed down
Gilded heirlooms all around
But her subjects are in thrall
"for our land, she gives it all"

Oka kuṭumbaṁ yokka adr̥ṣṭaṁ
Pondani gauravaṁ, vārasatva sampada
Maroka paḍava, marinta pradarśana
Baḍjeṭ kōtalu āmenu tākadu

On the other side of town
Things are truly trending down
Hard to keep a steady weight
When you can't fill up your plate

Stood at the food bank's gate
At least a few hours' wait
The rain's cascading down
But it never hits the crown

Égales en dignité
Mais une seule sera abandonnée
Pour parer aux ravages
De la pauvreté et de l'âge

Basydd in doban
A'n sedom an rigân
Trych blenod ei og
Anadlydd Edith in ôlf

Two women lain in a box
But only one can stop the clocks
Your death's scrawled in minuscule
Unless they say you're born to rule

Millions stand in queue to mourn
Whilst communities are torn
Once again the rain comes down
But it never hits the crown

Two women lain in a box
But only one can stop the clocks
Your death's scrawled in minuscule
Unless they say you're born to rule

Millions stand in queue to mourn
Whilst communities are torn
Once again the rain comes down
But it never hits the crown