Plucky Brit

Plucky Brit, thinks he’s right
In the referendum fight;
What coming mortal hand or eye,
Has to claim thy tearful legacy?

In what torrential fall of lies,
Did Brits lap up ‘facts’ like pies?
Roaring like lions with dragon’s fire,
What did back emotion’s gyre?

And what did Brits pull apart?
Peace created at Europe’s heart.
And when Brits solo move their feet,
All trade deals seem quite complete.

What’s the clamour? Why the pain,
Short term loss for long term gain!
Plucky Brits have yet to grasp,
Pound goes down, no jobs will last!

When the binge fuelled headache clears,
And logic overcomes emotion’s tears:
Our Plucky Brit will also see,
He who made Europe, also made thee.

Plucky Brit, thinks he’s right
In the referendum fight;
What coming mortal hand or eye,
Has to claim thy tearful legacy?

©Keith Murphy