Brexit Sonnet 47 - Hear Hear John

Brexit Sonnet No. 47 ‘Hear Hear John’ ‘The wellbeing of the people’ I hear him say, ‘That is what parliamentary sovereignty means’, He also said, this last year’s man of grey, This Brixton Boy, dreamer of free vote dreams. Applaud I must, a decent view no less, On Brexit’s chaotic canvas a decisive stroke? No paint by numbers will see us through this mess, A brush with powerful past for Brexit folk. As high street creaks with Brexit driven strain, And factory sites look close at rising sun, A glint of hope, from man with ‘nought to gain, ‘Let Parliament decide’; with this I’ll run. Just listen hard for Grantham’s daughter gone, And you may her utter; ‘Hear Hear John’. ©Keith Murphy