Who decides whether we are rich or poor?
That one person has less and another more?
Is it a fluke of history or a twist of fate
that one country is small and another great?
Is Brexit a road to further success
or is it a way that leads to distress?
Politicians are divided as they debate
while we minions are awaiting our fate.
Bitching and back biting is what we see
in those that are in charge of our country,
The UK is great. Why can't we keep that way?
So let's pull together that's what I say.
Topic(s) of this poem: decisions
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