Who can, with lens of sincere mind
Deny wrongdoing in their lives?
Were that all could ever be kind
No erring in our archives
Some set out with clear intent
To bring about the mischief
Most do not have that wicked bent
But still bring others grief
For those who wear that latter hat
Then learn what others see
Time gnaws at conscience as a rat
Dining on misery
Just how crazy can it get?
This cruelly wasted chance
No clear way forward emerging yet
We’re being led a merry dance
‘Leaders’ push, pull, point, all in vain
They’re facing different ways
Concerned only, it seems, for political gain
Yet running out of days
Decision referred to a people’s vote
Then lurching to a general election
This circus must have seemed remote
All oblivious to sure EU rejection
Cometh the hour, cometh the man?
With courage to grasp the nettle?
A will-do attitude, not ‘no-can’
A LEADER who has some mettle
But no one out there seems up to the job
They’re letting the UK down
I’ve wasted two votes and want to sob
Was it me who was the clown?
Standing still to remember
Eleventh hour of eleventh day
Grey monument in November
Two quiet minutes lamenting pass
As uncounted leaves fall from trees
Lying peaceful, anonymous, in the grass
Come tomorrow, come quick
Bringing a vacuum to be filled
Minds open to new possibilities
Which today had denied us
Page turned to a clean sheet
Past mistakes put aside
Wiped, prejudices born of experience
Letting anything be possible
