The New Year is a construct like a clock
Yet we need division and a form
We need times to start and then to stop
Those who die today were once new born
The Resolutions and the Diaries list
Whether on a phone or written down
All the things we never knew we missed
All the faces with a smile or frown
A Wedding shall take place with black and white
The Royal blood mixed with the blood of slaves
Who could have foretold the marvelled sight
God for Harry, God for the betrayed
Oh,blessed is the family royal and true
Children’s blood will be both black and blue
How my heart sings 