Post Brexit
Hex it or Brexit,
Now it’s late to fix it
My God what have I done?
I slipped my polling card by mistake
And voted Brexit,
And here I am now at the crossroads
I messed it
Is it possible to reverse and right the wrong
And fix it?
Or it’s late for me after my lexit?
I jumped in the air with the hope to land safely
But here I am still floating in the sky
And I still do not know when, where and how I’ll land
I messed it.
It serves me now to suffer and grief
And accept my fate and destiny,
After I minced it.
Copyright © Abder Derradji | Year Posted 2016
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