Pursued by papparazzi,

hurtling through the night.

The stolen pictures come to us

of horror, blood and death.

It was beauty that they hunted.

Glamour, love and wealth.

What they caught was agony.

They framed a mother's end.

A princess and a playboy,

attract too much for peace.

Not allowed to dine alone

and not allowed to live.

The prying press

all stand condemned.

Their lenses

lie in shame.

Great anger now

will cut them low.

But Di

and Dodi die.