Prince Edward and the Silencing of a Mob

the mobs were mad and unruly
screaming end to corruption and hypocrisy
awaiting a prince of some sorts
to sail into the dark waters of deceit
and save the wasted land
from the whore of babylon
prince edward, he rode a pink dolphin
from Westminster Abbey
strumming on a volin
singing Figaro, Figaro, Figaro
he landed on Patmos
saw St John with beard and blood in his eyes
So whither shalt I go, he asked :
strange that an english prince
should speak to a Jew
after england got kicked out by portugal
in Auschwitz ...

Oh, we're confusing football with war
and politics with religion
and war with peace and blood with stew

i shall sail to the most corrupt land in the world
said prince edward, stroking his pink dolphin,
uttering little choice words of encouragement,
riding up and down the foamy waters
of a blackening sea
as men of all colours rioted in the streets of Mandalay
and the crowds grew restive

prince edward, his pink dolphin decked
near the shwe dagon's golden spires
he stood up in his royal garb
and hoping to stem the flow of dissent
tried to make peace with the belligerent crowds
but the mass of demonstrators drove him
screaming at his royal leanings
till he sat sunken in an old sampan
and reached the spratley islands
observing the sea turtles ride out into the storm
leather backed with fearless eyes
as he sat alone and bewildered
at the loss of empire and the desire of dissent
the lockjaw oppression of a colonial outpost
which despite its poverty and shackled posts
still refused to pay homage
to royalty on a barge
a prince of the sea
desiring liberty for George Orwell's Burma
sunk in a desperate wail of simmering discontent
reading beads of 666
evoking the stars to show the way
unable to shake off the manacles of slavery
by military men bent on
killing the rising tide of an encroaching ocean
desiring liberal white sands on a pure beach
where once men swam
with sturdy strokes towards a divine destiny ...