Macabre masquerade

dusk arising

 

the moon is on ice
no stars melt the night
your heart runs apace
on ebb of the tide

blue eyes turn away
from a hope cast aside
and cries fill the hall
as heathens divide

yet one string gentle sounds
to enlighten the shade
of souls held within
this macabre masquerade

as guillotine blade
makes ready to fall
to honour the word
referendum didst call

Ye squirming of worms
of westminster's cesspit
deliver thee to us
unequivocal Brexit.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 27th, 2019 04:39
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Comments6

  • Neville

    timely, apt and to the point... what more could we want .. well said sir.. I think most of us have had enough... I was never keen on politicians, or most of them,, decent ones are few and far between... my views have only been reinforced by the current fiasco............ Neville

  • Mark Maginn

    Nicely put for such a disaster about to explode across Europe.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Clever - so clever this poetic exposure.

  • Michael Edwards

    So apt - we will probably end up in some mid-way cesspool that is neither Remain nor Brexit. Total incompetency.

  • Suresh

    Those who are appointed to serve, serve only their best interest. Am I the only one who feels it, that the present is overly corrupt.

  • Goldfinch60

    So true d a, such a mess, why are politicians such self serving hypocrites, they are chosen by the people to sere the people but all they care about are theirselves.



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