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Clive Blake Jan 16
Brexit means exit,
Brexit means exit.

It doesn’t mean:
Ignoring the masses who had their say,
Action replaced by incompetence and delay,
Having thirty-nine billion pounds to pay,
Giving our fishing waters away,
Compromising the borders of our precious UK,
Calls to vote again, the Brussels Mafia way,
Hope of a nation reduced to a faltering ray,
Democracy treated as if its had its day.

You promised,
You promised,
To implement what the people decided,
Those promises now watered down,
Refuted and then derided.

But most of all,
But most of all,
Mrs May,
Our vote to Leave,
Was definitely,
Was definitely,
Not a vote to stay!
Clive Blake Dec 2018
Brexit means exit,
Brexit means exit.

It doesn’t mean:
Ignoring the masses who had their say,
Action replaced by incompetence and delay,
Having thirty-nine billion pounds to pay,
Giving our fishing waters away,
Compromising the borders of our precious UK,
Calls to vote again, the Brussels Mafia way,
Hope of a nation reduced to a faltering ray,
Democracy treated as if its had its day.

You promised,
You promised,
To implement what the people decided,
Those promises now watered down,
Refuted and then derided.

But most of all,
But most of all,
Mrs May,
Our vote to Leave,
Was definitely,
Was definitely,
Not a vote to stay!
In June 2016 a National Referendum was held in the United Kingdom asking whether the UK wanted to remain in the EU (European Union).  The vote was to leave the EU.  The Establishment and Political Classes in the UK seem hell-bent on frustrating and ignoring the will of its people.  For the sake of democracy, I hope the people win the struggle.
Marilyn Heavens Oct 2018
Twenty third June twenty sixteen
The biggest vote we’d ever seen
Results are in and Brexit win
and many say it’s such a sin
Those who voted not to leave
This news they just could not believe

Sore losers showed their  bitter anguish
soon from Europe we would vanish
Let’s vote again remainers say
'No vote again' says Theresa May

Our country voted in or out
and voted out without a doubt
The apple cart tipped on its head
Britain in Europe would soon be dead
Now Brexit was born the following morn.
This beautiful kingdom from Europe be torn

Remainers are mad while leavers are glad
Great Britain is out there is no doubt
So shut up remainers, accept what is done
We voted together and Brexit won
an ostentatious wipe
this referendum is treed
while rather bolting a humanity
so Barcelona is superfluous and has encased
but once in Granda they'll enjoin a last bit circle
and to embroil grout in their tires
as a run within this emanation
on the plain to graze again
save Girona still crankiest in bluff
Deposed  Catalonian leader is in jail fighting extradition for crime s and funding need help from this community.
A better choice in dulce vita
where the bucket list glorious of Italiano
still major in Tuscany with Firenze
where espresso and towering inferno of pleasure
which plenty now profane only marginalize Athens
while Constantine would have his chalice a true major in language  
that Rome alight the world in gardens.
Jamie Adams Aug 2016
There was once a place called the UK
That voted to leave and not stay
The government lied
One great nation died
They'd thrown their whole future away

First we look at the campaign
Terrible both leave and remain
Great lies on both sides
The country divides
My goodness are we going insane?

So let us ask the population
Oh we all hate immigration
The economy's bad
We're feeling quite sad
So we'll rip a great whole in this nation

How can we make a decision
When there's clearly a deep incision
Why change all our ways
When after a couple of days
There's such a great whopping division?

We can all vote, young and old
A value we should all uphold
But it's not democratic
When the campaign's erratic
And lies are all that we're told

One thing that I find quite sinister
This new unelected Prime Minister
Equality's great
And I don't want to hate
But why is she the one to administer?

I must make it clear what I mean
Don't think what I'm saying's obscene
But you cry for democracy
Oh the hypocrisy!
Clearly you're not all that keen

And maybe we'll all be alright
It won't all change overnight
But I'm European
And if you're disagreein'
Then I swear I won't give up the fight
Limericks are almost inherently funny. There's something about the rhythm that makes them feel jolly. With that in mind, I decided to write an extended limerick about a topic which, for me, is not funny.
Steve Jul 2016
We walk reluctantly through the narrow doors
That bind us
That click shut behind us
No use turning round
Trying a handle
You know now where you can find us
We took our country back
From its minders
In Out Leave Remain
Vote Abstain
But don't complain
Or remind us
They've realigned us.

© Copyright SE July 2016
It's too big not to say something
Jimmy Bowman Jun 2016
JUNE 24TH

June 24th and no spitfires overhead
Alas my head is not sleepy but I long to stay in bed
For the air today is somewhat different
But I'll get up and put on a stiff front
As I breathe in the mutiny
I still see the beauty
My countrymen have failed me
But I strive for solidarity
Today is a one magpie kind of day.
All I want to do is hide and lay
Under these covers in complete dismay
At the present and the future turning into the past
At the world outside, my flag is half mast.

I shudder at the thought
Of those distraught
Of those we've turned our back on
We're humans, we should undo wrong
It's a fundamental duty
To help, learn, teach, yearn, care duly
As peace and love prevails
Or are these things just now fairy tales?

Our futures have been decided
By those who've lived and misguided
Those whose future is short
Those who think "left!?" and snort
For they've had their time
This is OURS and their biggest crime?
Paving a future that isn't mine.

To the NHS
I say God bless
Would you risk free health
For power and wealth?

Immigration a modern salvation
Blessed are we as a nation
To behold multiculturalism and share
Beliefs and lifestyles and care
We did so well, we have a Muslim mayor!
But now we're out, it doesn't seem fair.

Are we really a nation of pig molesting
A nation who leave those Syrians festering
In squalor over the Channel and all alone
After we tore apart and bombed their home.

Surely the future is one of progress
Not of an empire and regress
But here I am laying in bed
Trying to make sense of all this in my ****** lefty head.

What's done is done
Along with the rising sun
Comes a new day
Seize it we shall and turn it from grey.

Now I've always liked Paul Weller
I'll paraphrase this as it's fitting and stellar:

"you made your bed you'd better lie in it,
you choose your leaders and place your trust
as their lies wash you down and their promises rust
the public wants what the public gets but I don't get what this society wants."

Me neither Paul.
Written in the wake of the UK's EU referendum. Available as an audio track via soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/the-glass-collectors/june-24th
GM May 2015
I was walking through the grey rainy streets, another melancholic day.
Proud English flags hung up in the windows of council houses.
What are we so proud of anyway?
A country run on ignorance and blaming the minority, the government wonders why we have a problem with authority?
So we will focus on the youth that are disengaged and abstaining from voting.  Don't mention those who are hungry, unemployed and hurting.
Ssh, if we keep it quiet then maybe nobody will notice.
Close your eyes while the darkness approaches.
Paul Butters Jun 2016
On the twenty third of June, anniversary of my father’s death,
The United Kingdom voted to LEAVE the European Union.
It was a close-run thing:
Fifty two percent to forty eight,
Though over a million votes between.

A result that will go down in the annals of history.
Another vote the pollsters and bookmakers got wrong.
I voted Leave, confidently expecting to Lose!!!
My friends were split in two
As Remainers became ReMOANers!

For I’m now branded a nationalist, bigoted racist
Who has made a massive mistake.
But I insist: Britain has Rejoined the World
And Our Commonwealth.

We are reborn
So sure there will be teething troubles.
We’ll have to learn to walk and talk again.

Cast off your gloom, Remainers!
Rejoice the brand new day.
Britain can be great again
As the dawn chorus resonates around the globe.
Opportunity smiles down on us.
It won’t be easy,
But when ever was it so???

The Phoenix rises,
Unfurling its golden wings…

Paul Butters

© PB 27\6\2016.
Brave New World
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