Mi dear mam on’ dad, aw’ve summat ter tell thi,

(Yeah, aw know, th'art up theer, wi t'big mon on high),

It’s just uz aw’ve bin a prize pillock sometimes,

On' a selfish sod, aye many’s the time,

But theer’s wun thing in which aw con truly tek pride,

Uz aw didn’t give these morally bankrupt scrotes,

These basterd scumbags on’ hypocrites,

This festerin' genocidal shower o' shit,

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It was black and white

for a while

Until the first line

was drawn

Then the pale grey people

the people who could only draw

a black cross

in a white box

began to sense

other possibilities

shading the palette

The colours of debate

splashed clumsily

over everything:

the harsh red of anger

the yellow of injustice

screaming crimson

a har...

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You're aching for peace

I'm hurting too

Let the arguing cease

There's polling to do

You look for meaning

I offer a word

No sense for your gleaning

I'm not sure they heard

You called referendum

I thought it was flawed

A meaningless thrum

On democracy's chord

You were not aware and

I never knew

That voting out fanned

A nationalist view

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