Brexitain

This is that place you heard of but didn’t understand. This is that place. This is where they had it so good for so many generations. This is that place Where healthcare was free and second to none, where people lived free and practiced their religions. It used to be an empire that spanned the whole world. This is that place This is that place where great meant it because they did great things. This is that place where Shakespeare penned his word strings. This is that place Now it sits here all alone in the sea. It listens to the wind to catch a long lost memory, it sits here alone like a cold cup of tea. This is that place The world moved on and left them alone in the dark. The world tried to help but their arrogance tore any relationships apart. The world reached out its hand to its failing economy. But these English people thought they were too good for well meant charity. They went it alone singing old songs of the war. They grew their own food like they’d done decades before. Longing to a memory of a once great society, they thought it would come back but history wasn’t about to re-reel. They now live on the streets begging and killing for basic water and meals. This was Great Britain so many years ago. The nations it held were great nations of brothers but England ripped that apart. Now they call it Brexitain because it’s that part of their history that savaged the people to hatred and a me, me, me society. This is that place that once ruled the seas. Politicians of ineptitude and lies only interested in making the greedy more wealthy. They tore away the fabric of a once great and tolerant society. They murdered democracy for power and greed. This is that place.