Brexit Poem by Paul Butters

On the twenty third of June, anniversary of my father's death,
The United Kingdom voted to LEAVE the European Union.
It was a close-run thing:
Fifty two percent to forty eight,
Though over a million votes between.

A result that will go down in the annals of history.
Another vote the pollsters and bookmakers got wrong.
I voted Leave, confidently expecting to Lose! ! !
My friends were split in two
As Remainers became ReMOANers!

For I'm now branded a nationalist, bigoted racist
Who has made a massive mistake.
But I insist: Britain has Rejoined the World
And Our Commonwealth.

We are reborn
So sure there will be teething troubles.
We'll have to learn to walk and talk again.

Cast off your gloom, Remainers!
Rejoice the brand new day.
Britain can be great again
As the dawn chorus resonates around the globe.
Opportunity smiles down on us.
It won't be easy,
But when ever was it so? ? ?

The Phoenix rises,
Unfurling its golden wings…

© PB 27\6\2016.