Brexit Sonnet No. 54 – ‘None do want it’

None do want it, that topmost job too tough,
Ambition blunted is Brexit’s bitter barb.
Just wait your turn for seas less foaming rough,
Take not a watch to clothe you in beggar’s garb.
Nails to cling to power are not required,
Mistakes and judgment calls may be false,
But even your tragic errors are much admired
By those whom otherwise would take a different course.
Thus doublethink, malquotes and the land of minitrue
Is growing fast to disunite this kingdom.
None to take a lead, please… after you;
Ambition death, a fatal Brexit symptom.
Stupidity and genius? Genius hath a limit,
O brave new world, that has such people in’t.

©Keith Murphy