Take Not That Road
(With sincere apologies to Robert Frost)

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Two roads diverged in my voting booth,
And sorry I was for callow youth
Who had their future ripped away,
By elders who had won their day
With Glorious Britannia and bended truth.

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So look across, from whitened chalk,
If clods be washed away by sea,
Then Europe is the less goes talk;
Though as for that, I’d rather walk
In Europe with others, than just with me.

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And both roads argue black is blue,
Impossible to reason, no step back.
Oh, I marked my ballot good and true!
Yet knowing how the lies accrue,
It’s a problem that May not easy crack.

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I shall be telling no truth or lie,
Somewhere hence and at later date:
Two roads diverged and we should, I cry,
Have taken one less travelled by,
Not backwards to our previous state.

©Keith Murphy