Brexit Sonnet No. 118 - 'Are these the words to sooth a Nation's soul?’

 

 

What to think as my Queen talks from her chair?

Are these the words to sooth a Nation's soul,

Written by others, this conflict to repair,

This Brexit damage to limit and control?

Whilst her reason and logic may be sound,

Her government oversteps all reasoned marks.

Uneasy lies the head that has been crowned.

Where does advising end and lecturing start?

So draw breath for this short and pregnant pause,

No gold piano to sound a resolving chord,

No monarch's wisdom will settle this backstop clause.

No ladders - just snakes on this playing board.

So listen by all means to all who have a view;

Respect it, but fight for that which you hold true.

©Keith Murphy