Brexit Sonnet No. 61 – ‘Our English Saintéd George’

On this day for our English Saintéd George,
Are you proud of what we have become?
Proud of reputation now abroad,
Proud of extraction process now begun?
This Shakespeare day, these happy breed of men,
Who took our sense of English pride and lied,
To distort and reconfigure it again,
Into horrid Brexit, trite and snide.
So release our throats from dragon’s powerful grip.
Fear not that fiery breath that billows hot,
From flaréd nostrils, nor teeth with razor tip.
For England’s ‘Jerusalem’ future – this is not.
So use a saint from ‘foreign’ lands we stole,
To fight and restore our European role.

©Keith Murphy