The Remainers Poem by Damian Cranney

THE REMAINERS
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The 23rd of June 2016,
A noble day, a great day,
The day the people had their say,
But if Remainers had won the vote,
They would pontificate and preen,
That democracy in action had been seen,
and boast of principles not compromised,
That their democratic ideals were realized,
Would be incensed if you questioned their win,
Yet are happy for self interest to indulge in that sin.


The Remainers all want to overturn,
The principles we all must learn,
The values that define a nation,
Should not be lightly cast aside,
Do none of them have any pride,
The vote is made, the die is cast,
Do not ignore our noble past.


Remainers this was not your turn
you know you've got it wrong,
One day this tragic treachery,
will be refrained in song.
Democracy has died today,
you killed it with your lies
And so in every one of us
Our hope for freedom dies.


The little man he had his day
but then you shot him down,
Ecstatic when he won the fray,
he little knew that you would say,
We do not think you know enough,
besides you look a little rough.
I stand to lose my job,
and probably all my money,
I think it's best if you don't count,
and then my future's sunny.


Don't worry, we'll look after you
providing there's no fuss,
We'll have to change some rules of course,
so this again, won't happen,
Give it a Year or two,
I doubt that you'll remember,
And going to the polls to vote
will be a cold dead ember.


To Remain were we don't have to think,
Where absent honour hides it's face,
The race fair won, to you means nought,
Where is your conscience, your shame to trace,
Your fairness, of which you give no thought,
Our values are by you demeaned,
Our most loved Land that you disgrace.

If the referendum is overturned, then Democracy is dead. RIP