Brexitleadias
(With my sincere apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley)

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I am that traveller from an antique land,
Who says – “Our vast and cheerless land alone
Stands at present…. Near us, close at hand,
Half sunk, a shattered nightmare lies, whose clowns
With lying lips, and shoes of cold command,
Waltzed off to the future. Well our hearts were shred.
We just survive, camped on these lifeless Isles.

The leavers mocked them, and remainers bled;
And on the pedestal, these words appear;
My name is Brexitleadias, Bringer of Things.
Look at no work, ye Mighty and despair!
We should have remained. Bound to decay,
Such a colossal wreck, jumping to dare
The cliff, its sheer edge, redemption now far away”

©Keith Murphy