Exit Uk

The Palace of Westminster is crumbling, the state of democracy stumbling. Lurching to the right reaching for Brexit, how is Parliament going to fix it? With toxic asbestos and unsafe wiring, they'll have to decant – with sea level rising. Establishment migrants where will they go? Austerity bites back as if to say no; if shelter and housing you won't provide you'll have to get used to coping outside. Parties splintered, body politic fragmented; who belongs with us? Where are we headed? The crumbling state of Parliament's fabric is witness to all of something symbolic. When the mother of parliaments can't decide where to take itself, it feels like it's died. Blame the others and we'll be double crossed. Your Majesty, when you've gone I fear we'll be lost.