The vast Sahara, Sinai, speculate

Like a desert in some foreign place
The vast Sahara, Sinai, speculate
Britain burns to brown with stark embrace

People in hot tempers wince, grimace
Nasty feelings  swiftly emanate
From their  desert in a foreign place

The weather’s no affront to human taste
We are passive as we cogitate
Britain burns to brown in deep embrace

Let’s relax a  little and not waste
The mind’s own symbols, fires that burn to make
A  symbol  of our wisdom, not disgrace.

The images in  mind make love’s own lace
Soft and simple,bends but never breaks
Britain as it browns with sun’s embrace

Fighting over Brexit, love’s at stake
With an unkind madness  we’re disgraced.
Like a desert in a hellish place
Britain burns to brown with fire’s embrace.