Smile But

This isle doth smile But breath doth draw. Whilst talk across vast tables, does See our dignity, destiny and diversity Slide out one door. This isle doth smile But furrow its brow. Whilst a forgotten empire border just Clothes us as clowns, crooks and charlatans. So quick to row. This isle doth smile But rolls its eyes. As self-inflicted decision and timeframes, just Paint us as petulant, partisan and parochial; In our suits and ties. This isle doth smile But takes the blows. As the impossible meets the improbable and Render us ridiculous, redundant and rash In what we chose. This isle doth smile But now just wry. As ineptitude decreases latitude, and Navigation now nervous, negative and nasty; Dangerous to try. This Isle will smile And rise once more. Its clock will tick, its bell will toll and Trade in tirades, tribes and trite, We’ll no more whore. This Isle will smile And elevate mood. Preoccupations with our premature demise Will justly wane, wrinkle and wither. Life alone refused. This Isle will smile And beaming wide, Our sun reflects, our moon rejects Orbits of odious, outrageous oratory. Our tears all cried. This Isle will smile.