On Our Bikes - by the Parkgate Poet
|Published: 4th January 2019 10:47|
Barrie Youde shares his poetic thoughts on the current state of Brexit.
On Our Bikes
We don't know where we're going but we know we're on our way.
We know that Twenty-Ninth of March is written Judgment Day.
Our answers on that day will be significance sublime,
And binding on our way of life for all remaining time.
The Crown in Parliament has asked the people to decide,
Whilst yet retaining power, upon the vote to over-ride:
And, thus, the people's vote did never bind in any way;
And false it is for any ideology to sway
The freedom of democracy, the noble alma mater
Of common politicians and the Nobles of the Garter
Who know as well as I do the abyss which lies ahead,
Without a guarantee that all the people can be fed.
What madness is upon us, lacking ships to carry freight?
An island nation , self-exiled, upon some written date,
Which every writ intelligence cries out should be postponed.
We march towards the cliff-top. Are we now with lemmings cloned?
My mother always told me I should be more business-like.
She knew I could not stand alone. Can you? Upon your bike?
Of course you can't. Our island state cannot support its own.
We are reliant now upon our Parliament and Throne.
As never have we been before, since Alfred burned the cakes:
Lesson One in Kindergarten - Learn from our mistakes.
We know that our Withdrawal Notice now may be withdrawn.
For God's sake may this happen, with intelligence re-born.