Tragedy struck on a Saturday night.
In a city known for love,
Caused by those who obviously,
Have very little of.
Those who placed their greed,
Above all of the rest,
And the privacy that the Lady,
Tried so hard to protect.
Diana fought for her life,
Feeling her work here wasn’t done,
Her goodwill tours around the world,
The love she had for her sons.
What about all the charities,
The work she did for the poor,
At only 36 years old,
There had to be so much more.
Sadly it wasn’t meant to be,
GOD chose her to move on,
She’s working closely now,
With Abraham, Martin and John.
Blessed with style, beauty and grace,
Possessing qualities rarely seen,
The people have lost a Princess,
While Heaven has crowned a Queen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem