48-52
The vote was 48 to 52
And now I will have a passport, blue
So we’ve got something that matters back
And I’m so so proud of the lack of fucks to give
Across the country
In bitter jokes
And this is what matters
And sarcasm dripping from keyboards
And a performance of apathy
An undertone of fury
Across the tweets of the nation
And the anticipation
That this is how things are now
Because we’ve come too far now
For anything to match the matter
Of passport colour, skin colour,
No, of course it’s not about the latter.
It’s about taking back control.
So we’ll make bitter jokes and we’ll roll
With the punches,
Of a world made less tolerant,
Because we want our country back?
And we’ll have to live with the fact
That they won with 48-52
And now I will have a passport blue.
And now I will have a passport blue.
Sorry about the lack of new poetry lately but life happened at me. Today I wanted to post something about the solstice, but then I looked at the news and this came out. The Brexit rage remains strong!
