Brexit Sonnet No.10 – ‘An Ordinary Life’

An ordinary life, untroubled by clash of war,
No uniform to don, nor bayonet thrust.
Untroubled by sights and sounds at hell’s great door,
Not like father and grandad who found they must.
So desperate need and patriotism have ne’er been mixed
As cocktail for the young to binge or sip.
No arms to bear as sense departs betwixt
Near neighbours; now dear friends on self same trip.
So bid my children off at eighteen years,
Not clad in khaki, navy or lighter blue,
But to a different war with different fears,
And futures painted bold in differing hue.
Brexit not this ordinary life with friends,
Remain, regain our place, and make amends.

©Keith Murphy