For Brexit

When hate and lies

Found wings to fly

And ignorance

Gained prominence

Those Empire songs

And Big Ben bongs

Nostalgic dreams

Weren’t what they seemed

Rose-tinted specs

With dire effect

And science dies

Beneath those lies

With knowledge lost

Old friendships tossed

For hateful thoughts

A mood they caught

And migrants blamed

Old hates inflamed

“Take back control”

And lose your soul

And so we go

Although we know

That wounded future

Finds no suture

All the madness

Leaves just sadness

It’s over now.

And how.

P Bernal