Friday, 30 December 2016

Brexit: A Sonnet

When I showed up in the early nineties,
The continent was newly safe and sound.
The Wall had fallen, the Cold War had ended,
Ever Closer Union, peace all around.
Amid Troubles and wars the Union grew,
Together we would forever belong.
We got citizenship, and currency too - 
Proof in our wallets, the future was strong.
I was British and European, the same,
My homeland always moving forward. But
Then. Nativism infiltrated, stayed.
Disgusting rhetoric. I ignored it. 
Until I was ripped apart, asunder.
I used to feel British. No longer.


This poem features in the Young Poets' Network collection of poems about Brexit.

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