Brexit
You and I are not the same although,
We breath one air. Yet I still know,
That we could make it work. We,
Fed our frightening spree.
Rather with you then,
Alone again.
As hate nighs,
Big Ben,
Dies.
Copyright © Peter Rangus | Year Posted 2016
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