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Brexit. Exit. There ain’t no turning back
Tear down the flag of Europe and hoist the Union Jack.
Throw out all the migrants, lock the borders down
Fill in the channel tunnel and watch the desperate drown

Brexit. Exit. We don’t need the EU
Krauts & Frogs & Belgians, telling us what to do.
Boris & his cronies are planning out our fate
You know that we can trust them to make our country great

Brexit. Exit what was that you say?
The interest rates are rising and you’ve had a cut in pay?
No-one wants to buy our goods the Pound falls through the floor
Boris has gone missing & Nigel’s locked his door

Brexit. Exit. Is this not what you planned?
Fighting with each other for this green and pleasant land?
Well there’s nothing left to fight for, our country’s turned to *****
As the last one leaves ‘Great Britain’ will you please turn off the light..
by Michael R. Burch

what would u give
to simply not exist—
for a painless exit?
he asked himself, uncertain.

then from behind
the hospital room curtain
a patient screamed—
"my life!"

Originally published by Setu. Keywords/Tags: brexit, death, exit, suicide, euthanasia, quick, painless, hospital, patient, hospice, final, curtain, existence, nonexistence
Aduain Feb 6
Take Hope, sweet charity,
The future is yours,
As a system fails.
Imputed, incessant boors
will serve the secure,
In halls of failure,
for a presuming crowd.

Have Faith, sweet charity,
The past has revealed,
Leaving wrongs unchecked,
Will result in steel
witches, untested
In skills vital,
To help destitute survive.

Charity, and Hope,
Rely on the Faith,
Of the populace.
Over the greed of the few,
within adorned palaces
of inherited right,
to make reparation.
ConnectHook Feb 3
Celebrate BREXIT !
Nanny-state tries to flex it . . . .
Nigel F. wrecks it.
Nigel Farage rocks !
I like Boris too.
The palindrome falls on shadowed riots,
clamoured mediocrity
and fever of falsified truths-
hyper-normalised until we’re writhing
in animatronic snake oil.

What’s worse, the hysteria or the disease?

Over-indulge the fascists
kiss their fists as they flail in cognitive dissonance-
white knuckles dragging to the rhythm of another media blag.

Patriotism cradles their fear and wraps it in red, white, and blue;
a stifled tricolour vision,
bathed in sanctified blood-clotted volition.
They’ll never let them come clean
they need their repugnance,
and inability to see that hope is an option
but the disparity is always just a news broadcast away.
A nice cheery Brexit poem <3
I found my home in our country
I am a grateful part of you
Brothers, what will our future be?

Watch my Doctor Who, drink my tea,
I say "sorry" all the time, too:
I found my home in our country.

We make some people angry,
though, did we take something from you?
Brothers, what will our future be?

The Daily Mail isn't happy:
Too many foreigners who
can find a home in our country.

Learned the language, the History,
I love it all! I'm asking you:
Brothers, what will our future be?

Brothers, some of you don't want me,
I would still give my life for you.
I found my home in our country,
Brothers, what will our future be?
I'll become a UK citizen soon. I'm still not sure we're welcome anymore, but I would give my life for my fellow Britons
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2019
Brexit, make it
or break it
for the better!
The vote is in December,
cast it, it's your power!
Forget not on the poll day
Do come out
Give it your Midas touch.
Left for dead Nov 2019
I'm penniless and heartless,
London did it to me,
I'm strong and also fatherless,
London did it to me,
knocked off and aimless,
London did it to me,
being poor is not a choice when you earned a first degree,

rummaging through my bag,
nothing left...its not because of you its because
everything in London is hard up.
poor ***** lost sadness depression london
Äŧül Nov 2019
We were chatting for the first time,
I asked if he was an Indian.
He said, "No, I am a European."
Now I said,
"Sorry, but you are no longer a European.
Your UK dumped EU.
So EU dumped you!
Now your islands were kicked further northwest.
The Germans finally had sweet revenge. :-D"
My HP Poem #1810
©Atul Kaushal
Michael H Aug 2019
Your blue blood veins,
red, white, blue stains,
mind closed just like your borders.

Despite the wars,
the foreign and poor,
are given their marching orders.

you just don't see,
is what makes the world so great.

'The futures white, see',
'In good old Blighty',
you bleat as you close the gates.
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