Brexit Sonnet No. 132 – ‘Where Is This Special Place in Hell?’
 

Where is this special place, this place in hell,
For those who have no sketchy plan to show?
For those their earthly Brexit souls do sell,
For those whose untrue claims no limits know?
I’ve pondered same since Brexit’s lies were sold, 
But now the search is on to find this place.
It’s not the darkest spot, for that I’m told,
Belongs to neutrals, not moved by moral case.
Then hottest is has to be; scorching coals,
You know the drill - pitchforked tossed and grilled!
But foreign condemnation of English souls?
A shock for those with Brexit passion filled.
Soon the trumpet sounds for judgment day,
Come not this Brexit hell I hope and pray. 

© Keith Murphy