Brexit Sonnet No. 52 – ‘He raised his voice’

He raised his voice, the obvious to state.
This was not a Friday good he quickly found,
From front of bench he had to relocate
And from frozen wastes his views expound.
The Emperor’s brand new clothes now come to mind,
So please resist, do not desist to quote
The obvious; for our country needs your worthy kind.
A state where free and fair we need to vote.
So politics is now a dreary game
Of toe the line, two sword lengths in between
Our warring factions, different but the same.
Our warring factions, no difference now be seen.
For the many not the few it’s said,
Well now we see the few our Brexit’s wed.

©Keith Murphy