Brexit Sonnet No. 35 – ‘Brexit’s Mournful Chant’

Opposition now resides in minds,
Not on commons benches, but in thoughts unseen.
Mind full mess of contradictory lines,
In single brains with owner stuck between.
Belief is zero whilst action scores a one,
A binary trap, this murky game of life.
By lust for power, this game is cruelly spun,
Where thoughts and actions mesh in constant strife.
Spinning plates must stop their spinning game,
And topsy-turvy thoughts must clear away.
Fall and Spring must cease to be the same,
And tongue, our truest thoughts should once more say.
This dissonant chord is Brexit’s mournful chant,
Let acts align with thought, our gods please grant.

©Keith Murphy