Sonnet #1

Another day dawns grey in Brexit-land.
The red tape piling up like rotten snow
That chokes and slows the flow of daily life;
Doors close, shelves empty, phones no longer ring.
And still the lies from those who won it all;
Insouciant, delusional and glib
They prate their nonsense to the credulous
And never own the chaos they unleashed.
We warned of this, we millions you ignored,
Denounced as traitors, told to suck it up;
We did not wish disaster on our land
And take no pleasure in our being right.
Reality is biting. Far too late
To save us from this self-inflicted fate.

2 thoughts on “Sonnet #1

  1. We rejoice with you in that, Charles, just as we mourn with you for everything you’ve had to endure to get there. We, sadly, are only just beginning our descent, and I fear how deep we’re going to go before we hit bottom. Stay with us! N.

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