Sing with me…
Crown jewels glowing — treasures under guarded light,Not just metal, but a symbol people read at night.Glass cases whisper stories from a distant past,Till a protest walks in — and everything moves fast.A sweet dessert flies — apple crumble on display,Police step in — four suspects led away.A group called Take Back Power says the system’s gone wrong,So silence in the Tower turns into a protest song.Breaking news from the Tower, echo through the crown,People say the system’s cracking, crumbling down.Take Back Power — take back what you own,Say it once more — take back what you own.Those royal gems still shine like frozen suns,They tell old stories of power and the chosen ones.But some look up and see a throne too high,While the crowd at the bottom just keeps asking why.No fists — just crumble tapping on the glass,A sweet signal that the calm won’t always last.Online they shout that democracy’s slipped,And the meaning in the mess hits hard and quick.Breaking news from the Tower, echo through the crown,People say the system’s cracking, crumbling down.Take Back Power — take back what you own,Say it once more — take back what you own.Four names on a list — charge: damage to the case,Law steps in fast when you touch a sacred place.The Tower stands on centuries — stone and rule,Some call it heritage… some call it power’s tool.And when pressure builds, quiet turns to sound,Even apple crumble makes the kingdom shake the ground.Those jewels still shimmer in the London night,But the real question lives in the crowd:who truly holds the right?