This Isle Doth Smile

This isle doth smile
But breath doth draw.
Whilst talk across vast tables, does
See our dignity, destiny and diversity
Slide out one door.

This isle doth smile
But furrow its brow.
Whilst a forgotten empire border just
Clothes us as clowns, crooks and charlatans.
So quick to row.

This isle doth smile
But rolls its eyes.
As self-inflicted decision and timeframes, just
Paint us as petulant, partisan and parochial;
In our suits and ties.

This isle doth smile
But takes the blows.
As the impossible meets the improbable and
Render us ridiculous, redundant and rash
In what we chose.

This isle doth smile
But now just wry.
As ineptitude decreases latitude, and
Navigation now nervous, negative and nasty;
Dangerous to try.

This Isle will smile
And rise once more.
Its clock will tick, its bell will toll and
Trade in tirades, tribes and trite,
We’ll no more whore.

This Isle will smile
And elevate mood.
Preoccupations with our premature demise
Will justly wane, wrinkle and wither.
Life alone refused.

This Isle will smile
And beaming wide,
Our sun reflects, our moon rejects
Orbits of odious, outrageous oratory.
Our tears all cried.

This Isle Doth Smile ​

This Isle Doth Smile