Brexit Sonnet No. 57 – ‘This Friday Good’

This Friday Good, this annual day of fate;
For twenty years it’s marked a point in time
When peace enough, displaced that vicious hate
And agreement sprung, from signed on dotted line.
Before this, a harder, harsher line of peace
Did need to stalk that fearful Ulster night.
So progress made, it should not die or cease,
Forget me not as Brexit’s bun you bite.
Cross your bun, but not your border hard,
As Brexit gambles with this such fragile flower.
This march of peaceful progress don’t discard,
No more the bomb, no more the watching tower.
So ‘tis no season for this Brexit band,
If troubles embers are disturbed and fanned.

©Keith Murphy