Thoughts on Brexit 07/08/2018, by Fiona Field

I’m scared to write this poem

And I don’t know where to start

For it would seem to indicate

A Nation torn apart

..

Some would have us believe

That words enrage, and feed a destructive flame

And its better to put up and shut up

But tell me, what good did silence do us

In a time not so long past?

..

I see an indelible hatred

Fed by rumours and lies

Bred from an inbred

Lack of knowledge of the real problems

..

Simple economic solutions sought 

Based on 

Shoddy, half baked theories bought

Over common sense

And a tearing down of brotherly love

That we dared to share

Just one or two decades ago

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Surely that would be 

Better revived

Than this core

Of corruption and deception

And unsubtle lies

Fed us from above

That deride good intentions

Breed fear and distrust

And prevents us

From reaching out

To our fellow Man

..

I’m scared to write this poem

And I don’t know where to start

For it would seem to indicate

A Nation torn apart.