Succession for inspection

They came to crowd beside the gates
half-mast the flag, it spelled the news
gripped the spirit with a gust
in disbelief. Her son would fill her shoes

The carpet with its corner up
where scandal hides
 one son that holds a stench non can mask
the cracks that hold but still divide

Stern faced the monarchy, must be preserved
and by gods hand, underpin the loss
the pomp of braid, its march incessant stirs
a pyramid of golden dross

Divorced by wealth, that birth has dealt
with common touch they stand aloof
but in that mint, an uncut diamond grew
and thro' the flames, proved she was fireproof

 The final gift she gave
an heir to bear the heavy crown
a river flows beside the Thames
subjects.  believe that loyalty cannot be put down

 in that silent homage, shouts a want
 tsunami of regard other nations undertook
with jealousy, the theatre of pomp
 British royals garbed in black, just like a rook

 inwardly screamed and beat their chests
but that continuum will never rest
dark jokers' card will play its part
the anthem solemn for us Britton's we are blessed

 War and time have honed that chain
and Charles the third his passage was ordained
the house of Windsor ramparts, bastions so strong
oak like Nelson's fleet, ever sailing on