no way to go

brexitawaiting the succulent pancakes,

watching the leeks and daffodils,

abiding the resilience or resistance

to the human race agony,

marching on again

to sackcloth and ashes,

any way it’s a toss up;

perpetuated by old thought,

old minds,

killing the future for all.

 

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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