Uniting the Kingdom, by George
Fearful
laidly wyrm, gruesome millipede
Of grotesque
proportions. Its poisonous
Venom paralyses
reason in case
Some humane
diversion just might succeed
In making it
pause for thought and realise
Its
determined course, the slippery slope
It’s slithering
down, is one without hope,
A pathway of
misdirection and lies.
Leaders look
down from swish crystal towers,
Concealing
their contempt for this creature,
Certain
tomorrow’s headlines will feature
Their
agendas, strengthening their powers.
Meanwhile
the rough beast, having been reborn,
Slouches
towards Paris, Berlin and London.
D. A.
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