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.