The ice in the eye
Splinters the vision
Light can harass.
Panic makes feints
Like dancing with skates
She passed out in angst
Traumatic the date
The clutch at the heart
Loosen your grip
The glory, the waste
Where is the horse?
Where are the olives?
Where is her voice?
Now we are Great Britain all alone
Even Ulster may soon separate
Across the Irish sea and its bright foam
We have frenzied quarrels,not debate
Words are thrown with violence like sharp stones
The B ritish people are degenerates
OK you think the EU overgrown
You long for English culture that has passed
Why the hatred, why the shouts and moans
Now we can’t go out, the virus swarms
Isolation ends the Brexit War
Perhaps it helps our feelings , perhaps ends scorn
We hear the News and most of its a bore
Noone trusts the experts,Gove proclaims
In that case what are experts even for?
A “patriot” did kill Jo Cox,oh,Name
Before the Referendum, who’d have guessed?
Are we so at risk, who is to blame?
Is our devastation now our Test?
Is compassion stronger, even blessed?
Give the victims,Lord their welcome rest