A generation never knew
The thrall Diana wove about her.
Never felt the shimmered glow
That radiated from her.

Her memory must be kept alive
For generations yet to come.
No history book could do the job
As well as looking into those blue eyes

She wasn’t just a lovely face
Dressed in stunning fashions.
The passing years must not forget
The monumental good she did.

It’s trite to dab our eyes and say
She made the world a better place.
But there was not a single moment
When that fact was proved untrue.

She never got to write the coda to her song -
That was taken from her by a car crash
Wrapped in who-killed-Kennedy confusion,
Leaving us to never know the answer.

Those little boys are worthy men
And better than a monument.
She did her job - perhaps too well -
And the whole world paid the price for it.

Meanwhile Slimy ******* and his ***** eat cake.
                 ljm