Brexit Sonnet No. 77 – ‘Holyrood’s Closéd Door’

Alba, let us hear you speak your word.
Rise now and be the nation sane,
The nation to send that hated Bill homeward,
To think again yes, tae think again.
Alba you own no debt, those days passed
When for others, you suffered death and pain.
Yer wee bit Hill an Glen, is yours at last,
An sent this hamewart, tae think again.
So Flower of Scotland, this bloom of Gaelic pride,
Offer no parley, stand on Arthur’s Seat,
And take not that Prood Brexit’s side.
Sent this hamewart, this useless bill defeat.
So I would walk five hundred miles, or more,
To watch this fall at Holyrood’s closéd door.

©Keith Murphy