Plucky Brit
(With sincere apologies to William Blake and the Tyger)

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

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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?

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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.

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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!

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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.

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

©Keith Murphy