My (Re-Posted) Brexit Poem

By TheShyAssassin

Thu, 21 Mar 2019

1 comments

Bring me wine and whisky

And I'll weep for our salvation

And piss my fury on the bleaching bones

of a once great broken nation.

I won't take the punches like a man,

I'll rail at Britain's fate.

They don't know yet though of course they should,

Contrition comes too late.

To think that I was one of you,
The people of the shires,
Once lions led by donkeys,
Now donkeys led by liars...

So we will not build Jerusalem,

We'll turn bridges into walls.

And we'll ride away from Camelot,

And I'll weep ... as England falls.

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Permalink Submitted by Kurt Rellians on Thu, 2019-03-21 16:56

Great poem, whatever we may think about Brexit!