The Big Bad Man Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

The big bad man is with the British Royals
Giving his all to the Empire of yesterday
Born to be rich, but not a leader to lead
Browbeating is his talent, he uses it well
Bullying is another power, he abuses at will
Well, he is not God, or he never will be
So, let him off with the Queen, sipping tea
The flowers they are in bloom in the royal garden
Soon the petals will drop to the soil, rot and die
The big bad man, one day will do the same
Crocodile tears will rain on this sad earth
Forget-me-nots will grow fresh on his grave
The memory of his existence will soon fade away
Like a rolling teardrop falling in the ocean
Repent and look to the future, change your ways
Time will not stop for him or anyone
No wall can keep the grim keeper at bay
No palace or Whitehouse has wall's that won't crumble
Here today and gone tomorrow, bring joy not sorrow
Live and let live all tribes and all nations as equals