White Rose, Red Leicester
A long-dead king has gained a sponsor,
As he gets re-buried in state
A tyrant, if not quite the monster
That the Tudors would create.
But wait –
We’re missing the beauty here,
Amid the pomp and lack of debate:
It’s not in the marble, or toady veneer,
In a minster of the second rate.
So a long-lost king was dug out of the ground –
So what ?
But how do we know whose bones we’ve found
Despite long centuries years of rot ?
That is the beauty we’re missing, I say –
The beauty of DNA !
It shows us just who’s our forebear or grandson –
And surely that’s all worth a king’s ransom !
And where were such secrets first teased from their source ?
Why, right here in Leicester, of course !
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