beaten with a blunt weapon until you were dead
your skull smashed into pieces
Clothes tattered with creases
attacked from all around until your life ceases
They said it could be drink to help the pain
Shoppers in cars thought, ‘this is insane’
parking in town, a horrific disturbance
should have gone to Derby to watch the races
lots of people watching, shocked looking faces
‘A horse, a horse, my Kingdom for a horse’
they were the last words you spoke of course
an angry Tudor force, suddenly became barmy
men of military brave-hearts from the local army
saw you were King Richard iii juiced up and smarmy
Last day of his life, died at 33
strong as an oak, of the royal family tree
1485 the date of your death
it wasn’t a car park when you drew your last breath
Gilly and Callum, well they go shopping, instead
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