A new society
Is Brexit more than Brexit
a dream of going back in time
when everything had a human dimension?
To physically eradicate the royalty
to take back thousands of acres stolen
by the aristocracy.
Leaving the cities as a bird sanctuary
go back to the land, a homestead with
a cow and a few chickens.
Living a sub-existence hunting boars
in the evening light; rivers teeming with fish.
Small shops selling the basic foodstuff
and a cobbler to repair shoes.
Poverty and freedom in the land of the proud
and begin new dawn of equality.
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