The Queen is dead (My poem #18)
Should I be mourning?
Depends, I’m conflicted
Depends on the flag I’m waving
As an Indian – definitely not
For hands drenched in blood
my ancestors
For brutality of the Raj
She bears the cross of her progenitors
As a Canadian, I should
She was the titular head
Her face adorned our money
To money, we must salute!
As an American, hell not!
But wait, not so fast
It depends
Not as a sovereign, but
as British royalty
For enriching our screens
She lived a full life,
A privileged life
A life of fairy tales
May her soul rest in peace.