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A Remainer’s Lament

We know that we shall meet our fate
Sometime next year if all goes ill;
Those who have most have fed the hate;
Those who have least will pay the bill.
Our country is the whole UK,
That soon, I fear, will be no more;
No likely end can bring it gain
Or leave it happier than before.
Nor sense nor reason bade us leave,
But posturing men and jeering crowds;
A Tory impulse to deceive
Drove to this cliff edge in the clouds.
I balance all, bring all to mind,
A parliament seems waste of breath
When leaders follow from behind
As truth goes up the line to death.

 


 

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