Brexit Sonnet No. 142 – ‘Place your feet soft on London streets’

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So place your feet soft on London streets,
And proclaim your precious message loud and clear.
For march you not as democratic cheats,
But to let those fooled and hoaxed, your voices hear.
Bind your wills together with every pace,
For voices must be heard now times have changed.
Disregard all hatred ‘twixt creed and race,
Brexit’s stride too long o’er this has ranged.  
No trial of strength is this, no frivolous fun,
No march of anger, no festive act of joy.
But an act of love for country now undone,
And recovery of that, which Brexit would destroy.
Let every step and every breath expended,
Be that glue that gets our Nation mended.

© Keith Murphy