Poem from Malta

Lady Dai

On that fatal night in Paris,

Of August the thirty-first,

Lady Dai was killed in horror

As she was chased by the press,

She was liked for her compassion,

Had a noble heart and great

She was humble and beloved,

The fact is she was a Saint

All the world was shocked to hear,

The sad news that she had died,

All the people were so horrified,

They were stunned and simply cried.

What happened is so ironic

So tragic and so sad,

The very people who made her,

Have now hounded her to death.

Gain is the culprits’ only motive,

Like the vultures at their prey,

They don’t care if they will harass

And inflict wrath and dismay.

We now pray for her survivors,

For Dodi, and the other man,

Now they rest in peace for ever

Where we shall all go like them.

Let her children and the famous

Have a private life that’s free

And let them enjoy their freedom

Like the paparazzi, you and me.

We now kneel and pray to haven

So that God may ease the pain

If this will not serve a lesson

Lady Dai died in vain.

Charlie Mallia