A Very Brexit Poem

It’s almost funny

The distance through the TV screen

It seems unreal

Larger than life

We are the audience for a political pantomime

Laughing at skits that set the curtains on fire

Hoping it’s all part of the show as the flames

Spread to the theatre.

Because surely

‘They could never actually DO that’

Right?

 

Not knowing what to say

Watching as they

Trade my hopes for holiday homes.

Health and education

Butchered

Bargined

Sold.

Paving the way for a select few to scorn

Those left too dumb and sick to fight.

 

Not being able to talk

Every debate dissolves into

School yard squabbles

Always the same accusation

The misguided idea

That because

I care about people

Somehow means

I don’t care about my country.

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