"There is no sin except stupidity." Oscar Wilde -The Critic as Artist.
Mea culpa! Mea culpa!
Nostra maxima culpa!
Thus should we weep, we cry
As it all ends with a whimper, a sigh
It is the people's will, they say
Proroguing to get their glory day
Your vote was for an ideal state
For nation, borders, Keep Britain Great
Now, your vote means a total schism
As we see no agreement mechanism
Six hundred pages that define
The ways our nation will decline
No trade agreements with the old Market
A dearth of imports - how will we mark it?
No doctors, no drugs, a future stark
As borders become one huge lorry park
Will industry decline without its freight?
Manufacture with no markets just abate?
We can only say we voted thus
Seeing promises writ large on a campaign bus
A lame excuse - did we not think for ourselves at all -
Remember the United States of Europe and OUR call
To make a family based on freedom and on peace:
Those great ideals that we shall just let cease
What have we done? What is our fate -
Begging outside the Union's gate?
Of course we won't - we will stand tall
As all men do before their fall
But after, as in poverty and in debts
We struggle with huge national threats
Will we cry, This was not what we thought?
Let us back in! Without you we are nought!