Politics is a dirty game
of lies, exaggeration and skulduggery,
obnoxious scaremongering in our name
wielded with crass stupidity.
Britain’s going back
to the nineteenth century
in splendid isolationist misnomer.
We must pick up the pieces
in the aftermath ─
no-one knows quite how
to do that fairly. To keep the peace
will be almost impossible now.
The saddest thing for me to see
is my natal country on the way
towards the type of politics
that governs the US of A …
and I didn’t even have a vote.
I wanted to make my poem for dVerse open link night relevant, but I’m probably not making much sense: the shock of this morning’s results in the British referendum to leave Europe has completely overwhelmed me. The pound sterling in freefall has a disastrous effect on our income, which will be stretched beyond the feasible if we have to provide our own healthcare here in France. I pray that reason will prevail with a return to equilibrium.