Brexit Sonnet No. 157 – ‘The Union Flag’

 

I recall my lessons on the Union flag,

Together; Patrick, David, Andrew and George,

Fly it right and treat it not as rag.

These bonds of Union troubled times did forge.

But trouble times have reached these shores again,

And relief I felt when Andrew said he’d stay.

But now my mind, it feeleth not the same,

And little George with Andrew should not play.

For Andrew’s voice is loud and can’t be missed,

To another Union he’s pledged his solemn word.

And who can blame him – his truth don’t twist.

So think again small George - don’t be absurd.

And Patrick’s mind is much the same I fear,

Get Brexit Done? My Union flag will disappear 

© Keith Murphy