Late Britain

Fool Britainia

Once again the politics flame

Blurry spears suggesting hope

Hardly radiating heat

Thin veneer of smoky scope

So many feeling mislead duped

A puppet nation on a string

Mutinous and cast adrift

On jam tomorrow’s future spring

A once proud kingdom’s broken heart

See heavy weather beckoning

Rudderless approaching storms

Toward a rocky beach head reckoning

No charismatic lighting beacons

Stirring speeches that inspire

A bunch of hopeful speculations

Cannot invigorate desire

A nightmare gallop to oblivion

Whilst feeble platitudes proclaim

Looking back in years from now
Before ‘Late Britain’ staggered lame