Brexit Sonnet No. 94 – ‘No Idle Threat’

So this is credible, this is now the news,
This is not some abstract theory posed.
Some fourteen thousand Airbus jobs to lose,
And more if Oxford’s Mini plant doth close.
How many working at all these plants did vote,
For Brexit’s promise, so simply put but fake?
A con, a trick, a knife to Nation’s throat.
Lives put at risk for nothing; good jobs at stake.
A dread now spreads across our worried land,
Whose job will beast of Brexit next consume?
No idle threat, no fear unjustly fanned,
But cold hard facts; this bandwidth of our doom.
So listen hard and listen long to this,
For jobs once gone, forever will be missed.

©Keith Murphy