She is gone. It was, simply put, her exit time.
In an earlier time she was the very essence of
a vibrant, intelligent woman whose accession
to the throne heralded a new world of diplomacy
with a renewed mission to unite a world that
had undergone two convulsive upheavals of
unmitigated, depraved inhumanity. She sat her
throne with the dignity of purpose and proud
commitment guiding her nation and her nation's
Commonwealth of Nations bespeaking an
imperial colonialist empire outdated by the 20th
century which had its own miserable sins to
deplore. In her passing passed also the age of
true monarchy even as her successor gains the
throne she has vacated. A remarkable woman of
truly royal sentiments rivalling that of her birth.
Mourned by a global audience whose living memory
she graced. And yet there are rancid charges of
furious hatred impugning her as what she was not;
triumphant at her death, marking her as a thief of
souls, wishing she had died in an agony of pain so
excruciating she would welcome the release of death.
Ascribing to this woman with a noble lineage and
even more noble empathy for all who suffer, a vile
malignancy of racist enslavement in a burst of bile
testifying to the offender's pathological sense of
personal injury while she, as a migrant from a former
colony, exults in living as an academic in the very
nation whose beloved monarch has departed.
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