The worm has turned on Project Fear
to smash the European idea
but now it's "gone Pete Tong"
they're telling us the vote was wrong
and fearful now some people agree
that they voted out - but can see
that a beer in the Costa del Sol
will cost them more, wtf, lol
The misled voted to be pure
but the borders won't be more secure
the EU monster is still there
wounded slightly in its lair
Cameron's made us look like fools
we can't escape free movement rules
so many lies were told on both sides
in the end our brains were fried
The PM trowelled on the sincerity
"Let me be clear" he stated ominously
"a careless vote in Clacton-on-Sea
could easily spark off World War Three"
Michael and Boris, his hair in a muss
seemed surprised that they hadn't lost
"50 million quid a day - it wasn't us
who wrote that on the campaign bus"
Jeremy found the task too Sisyphean
he never wanted to be European
but his party forced him to pretend
that Jean-Claude Juncker was his friend
Nigel, Nigel where to start?
welcome as an unwanted fart
for laughing in the EU's faces
they turned and said he was a racist
Now Nicola looks to seize the chance
to renew the old alliance with France
it seems that poor "Wee Burney"
is determined to continue on her journey
So consider the massive irony
people want to come here to be free
to join in with a democracy
that won't let them cross the sea
Donald Keyman
Price of Democracy - Diane Scantlebury
The vocal majority angry and aggrieved,
Voted with their feet
And wanted to leave,
Tired of the ‘haves’ patronisation and hypocrisy,
They took back the power
This was the price of democracy,
Persuaded by tactics
Of the lowest denomination,
Fear and xenophobia
Divided a nation,
Promises made, promises broken,
Fragmented Britain
The people have spoken!
Diane Scantlebury
Voted with their feet
And wanted to leave,
Tired of the ‘haves’ patronisation and hypocrisy,
They took back the power
This was the price of democracy,
Persuaded by tactics
Of the lowest denomination,
Fear and xenophobia
Divided a nation,
Promises made, promises broken,
Fragmented Britain
The people have spoken!
Diane Scantlebury
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Brexit,
Diane Scantlebury,
Poem,
Politics
House Of Cards - Richard Fleming
A house of cards is bound to fall:
it’s insubstantial after all,
and so it shall
The UK card’s the first to go:
that will disturb the status quo.
It must be so.
Merkel and Germany are vexed.
The Undecideds are perplexed.
Will France go next?
Richard Fleming
it’s insubstantial after all,
and so it shall
The UK card’s the first to go:
that will disturb the status quo.
It must be so.
Merkel and Germany are vexed.
The Undecideds are perplexed.
Will France go next?
Richard Fleming
Labels:
Brexit,
Poem,
Politics,
Richard Fleming
Stillness - Julian Clarke
Why chase the stillness
when the feral mind runs wild;
inhale, accept, exhale, be free
body still, body quiet:
take these precious moments
for they're yours
for you alone,
relax in the stillness of being.
Julian Clarke
when the feral mind runs wild;
inhale, accept, exhale, be free
body still, body quiet:
take these precious moments
for they're yours
for you alone,
relax in the stillness of being.
Julian Clarke
The Wailing Boat - Tony Bradley
Wail on, sail on, you prophets of doom
all you can see is despair and gloom
why not build another Ark, with plank and tar
In your whirlpool of ignorance, you won't go far.
Yes, we devour Earth's resources, as soon as we find them
we crash, and trash, and make a mess
but all the while, the boffins are working
rest assured our offspring will progress.
Complete myth, that it's just modern man
who's abused the earth, and made it bleed
we've been spoiling things, since we came out the trees
our two main instincts, survival, and greed.
Yes, we wastefully devour Earth's resources
we crash and trash, and make a mess
but all the while, the boffins are working
so, rest assured our offspring will progress.
Tony Bradley
all you can see is despair and gloom
why not build another Ark, with plank and tar
In your whirlpool of ignorance, you won't go far.
Yes, we devour Earth's resources, as soon as we find them
we crash, and trash, and make a mess
but all the while, the boffins are working
rest assured our offspring will progress.
Complete myth, that it's just modern man
who's abused the earth, and made it bleed
we've been spoiling things, since we came out the trees
our two main instincts, survival, and greed.
Yes, we wastefully devour Earth's resources
we crash and trash, and make a mess
but all the while, the boffins are working
so, rest assured our offspring will progress.
Tony Bradley
Labels:
Environment,
Poem,
Tony Bradley
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