Deal? No Deal? Bad Deal!
Narrow island in a turbulent sea
And islanders who think themselves ill matched
With the continent to which they’re attached
By bonds of geography and history.
Colour of the passport is of concern
It seems, blind pride when the flag is unfurled,
Rather than a clear vision of a world
Free for all, without boundaries to discern.
Surely time to look beyond Britannia,
See in common weal what capital lacks,
The country’s built on bent and beaten black backs
Triangulated out from Africa.
In Europe or out, the sovereign nation
Remains the keystone of exploitation.