A Royal Affair

There you sit
On a pile of gold
Laden with flesh and blood
With stories known and unknown
Suddenly the atrocities
Are reduced to mere history
As people chant
Merry tunes
And wedding bells
Remember remember
The time has come
To tell you things havent been forgotten
You could parcel back
The precious stone
But would you
Take off that crown
If not in guilt,
Atleast in diplomacy
Half of those
That were left to rot
The other that you reduced to ashes
Somebody had to pay then
Somebody has to pay now
We havent forgotten
And neither should you.

She might look divine
In the silken white
With the diamond laden
Tiara resting on her finely done hair
He might look like a grace
A blessing
Probably a promising change

But what irony
Do you bring to my soil
You took away all that it had
Burnt down houses
Build up walls
What power and what use you put it to
You tore my whole country into two

What irony that you come
Back to my homeland
And you're welcomed,
Because that's how we've always been
You come and visit the places
That your family brought doom to
And claim
You'll help.

This might be a handsome affair
Yes, the way he looks at her
Has nothing to do with what you did
With the network of your power and people
To my country
But it will never be forgotten

The flowers that touch your feet today
The diamonds that shine bright on your lovely crown
Everything today
We paid the price for it
For good great years
In kind
In blood.
We remember.