Brexit Sonnet No. 73 – ‘This tide doth shift’

So now we have it, a crazy customs thing,
Spoke by one, this ‘partnership’ now wrecked?
So cabinet consent, time doth not bring,
And Tory tribe – their leaving box not checked!
What hope have we to sell our custom wares,
If those who lead cannot agree a thing?
What hope have we of equal balanced shares,
If those who lead cannot consensus bring?
So like a war, that must be waged by all,
It’s time to ask what serves us best in this.
Not one party, nor the next can call,
A future that we all may love and kiss.
Hopeless, helpless Brexit cast adrift.
Will of people now, this tide doth shift.

©Keith Murphy