Better, Broken and Betrayed

Love, Hope, Perseverance and Serenity

My Britain is broken,
but I shall try to fix it,
though it may have to be in a shape new,
Scotland I want to keep you,
you are a part of me,
but I think you should go,
for your own sake,
though I scream don’t leave us behind!
Maybe North and South can make piece
be whole and Ireland will be an Island once more.
Wales won’t be far behind, Cornwall?… the isles?
well you think on it ok.

It’s fractured from a blow,
not sure where the crack propagation will end.
The EU they say is sinking, disintegrating,
and I look on History and see how World Wars begin
I shudder.

And I hope that you are right and I am wrong,
because if you are right then the consequence…
are that I look silly,
and lose the career
I have been building for a decade or more,
but I will swallow that if the Nation,
if the world is better off.
I hope you are right but I fear
yes I mean FEAR, you are wrong.

For I am petrified with what I have seen,
in this referendum,
how natures spill and split,
becoming vengeful with spite,
my own included

But what ever the outcome,
I will be kind
as I can make the world as good as I can,
here in the now in this place.
I picked up the smashed wine glass at the bus stop outside the polling station so the toddlers would not get cut,
I removed the jagged glass bottle,
cracked into caltrop from the step of the hair salon,
so delicately sandled feet would not be cut.
And though I feel isolated and stabbed in the back,
by family and friends who knew…
I needed the EU funding but voted the way they voted,
crowing about it,
that they did that anyway,
Knowing me, I – part of them needed this thing,
I, not some amorphous “other”,
But ME
And all the rejection and hurt I feel…
I am going to lengths to try and not fall out,
though the anger is bubbling over,
and I feel betrayed and bewildered
and worried.

Worried that I have two kids to bring up within this mess.
I hope it’s all worth it, I really do,
but I feel we are all in free fall
I’m not sure there’s a parachute packed.

I painted these pictures to remind me not to hate:
Love,
Hope,
Perseverance and…
Serenity

but they are chaotic,
as we know not the way the wind will blow.

Posted: Sunday, June 26th, 2016 @ 11:45 am
Categories: Poems, Political.
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