Two days after the referendum, and still dazed by the result.
Soon the longing can begin,
but the awareness of our loss
will take longer for all to own.
Already the Young feel despair
for they were closer to hope
than the wrinkled, palsied hands
that signed away their future.
‘Another vote’ some already shout,
we only meant it as a protest.
Beware of what you wish for
is the plot line of Fairy Tales
but this is no child’s story
with a bed-time happy ending,
our wills are signed to the devil
with no request for safety.
You knew the devil’s in the detail,
but most have never studied.
One day after the count
and the lies begin to burst
No problem, bring more lies
there’s plenty here to smother facts.
This is the rite of clever soundbite
aggressive clowning and control.
You cannot see the sleight of tongue
professionals have practised well
and you simply wanted magic.
What if they never thought to win
but only meant to move the chairs?
Who is more frightened now
as all the cracks begin to show?
No one knows the magic words
to pacify the earthquake.
Now the longing can begin
for what we threw away.
