Brexit: Act 3 Scene 1

To Leave, or Not to Leave
(With my abject apologies to Mr. Shakespeare)

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To leave, or not to leave: that is the question
Whether ‘tis bolder all this time to suffer
The lies and stories by Leavers hewn,
Or to take up arms against a sea of troubles,
And supposing that we end this? I cry and weep
No more; and by a vote I say we’ll end
This heart-ache and Pandora’s open box
That we all do bear. This no abdication, 
Proudly I wish’d I would remain, to keep;
To keep my chance to dream: ay there’s the rub;
For in that draw of breath as thought doth come,
Pray this evil shuffles off, no more to spoil,
And we give praise: we will reject 
This calamity caused by Brexit life;
For who would bear the trips and falls of crime,
The oppressive wrongs, the bad boy’s defamation,
The sides of red marked bus, the law’s delay,
The indolence of her office and the turns
That not the patient, but the unworthy takes.
As we ourselves, the remain case make
To the leavers chagrin, their loads now bear,
Do grunt and sweat under a weary life,
For it’s they that dread this life after Brexit’s death.
This now divided country must take its form,  
No happy returns, no puzzles that skill
Can easily solve, so bear these ills we have,
Fly not to others that we know not of,
As solutions imposed makes losers of us all.
And thus the clue to our Nation’s resolution
Lies not in victory or defeat, but bought
With enterprises of great pith and moment
To regain concurrent cultures, so turn anew
And lose this false distraction – take this vow!
This fair Britannia! Ma'am, in thy division,
Be all these things remember’d.

© Keith Murphy