It is a Royal wedding time.
Feudal Raj lives on.
Pomp and show is on.
Few ride the ride of their time, and
the rest are slipping in dungeon
of bygone time.
Post colonial colonial empire is on
Wrapped in missiles and bombs
Planes fly high...dropping bombs, and
killing everyone in sight.
It is a Royal wedding time.
Wrapped in false pretense,
the "humanitarian" rhyme.....
making sure that no one else has the royal time.
It is the royal wedding time of our time.
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