Little George 

Remove him from headlines,
bred, born to re-breed,
a future in carriages,
to be shoved on parade:

Feed him on privilege,
trade far his blue blood,
a kid with that lineage,
sell his charms for quick bucks:

An addition to the past,
of old Empire and pink maps,
but soon ruling Gormenghast,
this child waves, birth-trapped.

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