A Funeral Speech Against Brexit

(With my apologies to William Shakespeare and Mark Anthony)

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Friends, Remainers, countrymen, lend me your votes.
I come to bury Brexit, not to get it done.
The evil that this has done will live after us;
No good can be inferred from Brexit's bones;
So let it rest in peace.
The double dealers have told us Brexit is ambitious:
This is so and ‘tis a grievous fault,
And grievously must Brexit answer for it.
Here, under leave of all who would remain, 
For Remainers are honourable folk, 
Though drawn from disparate shores,
Wish I to speak at Brexit's funeral.
No friend of mine, he was unjust to me:
An ambition that overleapt itself,
A less than honourable plan,
He bought many captives by lies and ties
Ransomed by extremist coffers that did fill.
But here I am to speak what I do know.
Some did love him once, not perhaps without cause:
But now we know the truth, don’t mourn for him.
O judgment! Flee not to brutish beasts,
And lose not your power of reason. Bear with me;
No heart is in that coffin there with Brexit,
Pause not, and come back not to me.
 

© Keith Murphy