Brexit Sonnet No. 24 – ‘Our Self-Destruction Seed’

The patient’s waited, a patient wait of fear
For surgeon’s skills and healing hands to feel.
At last, at last, the waiting room is clear
And turn to take on table, fate to seal.
Choices made by all and consents all signed,
All parties set, ignoring worrying tales.
Sacrifice and cost to all resigned,
With future planned in sunny upland vales.
But wait, what’s this, it can’t be done to plan,
Complications! Truth be told we knew,
Warned as we were by expert’s careful scan.
So if not Brexit, Brino’ll have to do.
What wasted time, what careless greedy need
Has planted this; our self-destruction seed?

©Keith Murphy