Blinded by Brexit
Blinded by Brexit
A proud nation limps on
Like a man with a shovel
Who keeps digging along
A fissure that opens
Dividing a country
Driven mad by a virus
That predated Covid.
A once sensible people
Some now barking and mad
One could not imagine
So needless and sad.
Everything seen through
Union Jack glasses
Spec-savers was closed
So it’s unfocused lenses.
The periscope’s fogged
The world’s out of focus
They should come up for some air
They should rise to surface.
A clear minded country
That once ruled the waves
Now flounders in shallows;
No freedom to travel
A proud people ruined
By a press than enslaves
And a party that lies
To a people who won’t
Wake up and smell
The stench of corruption
Of a self serving elite
Nesting like cuckoos
In Ten Downing Street.
I meet you and weep
In your quaint nursing home
The nurses are nice
Disinfectant is cheap.
You do not remember
The wonderful times
We spent on the Med
Drinking red wine.
My visiting time
Has come to a close
I can see from your eyes
You don’t recognize.
A savage disease
Has ravaged your body
For the Brexit contagion
Has destroyed half a nation.
I’ll visit again
The same time next Sunday
Though all is forgotten
By breakfast on Monday.
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