A MAP OF TINY SHORES
And so we return to our tiny shores
Europeans, naw no anymore
I thought we'd moved beyond our tiny shape
Into a European landscape
I was part of something bigger
who worked and traded and moved freely together
But it seems it didn't matter whether
I voted for or against this divorce
Scotland had no say in it, of course!
Adieu Adieu, Nineteen Seventy-Two
From those Eton Boys who pledge and vow
To have bolted up our borders now
and made "Great" Britain safe again,
from European tyrants and all those migrants
and that surgeon, who saved my fathers life
Our borders cut with a Tory knife
And so we return to our tiny shores
As Europeans, naw, no anymore
SC
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I would like to translate this poem
A well conveyed piece...... Truly poetic...5 stars *****