Brexit Sonnet No. 89 – ‘A Promise’

A promise; which looks a likely U-Turn twist.
A promise; on which I would not stake my life.
Rebellious fever quelled and defeat just missed,
Meaningful vote now promised in Brexit strife.
I read ‘concessions’ have yet to be agreed,
I read ‘assurances’ have been handed down.
Is this from they, who practice to deceive,
And buy majority, to fool a trusting crown?
This twisting tourniquet of searing pointless pain,
Must shortly snap as cheques of trust are cashed.
This ponzi scheme of trust doth stress and strain,
As what is told to one – another’s promise trashed.
So talk is cheap, and whiles away the hour.
As country suffers, while Tories cling to power.

©Keith Murphy