Was It Worth It?

Was It Worth It? long poem

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(Britain, post-referendum)

Dear Mister Prime Minister,
Was it worth it?
Was it worth cutting off
Our country’s trade benefits, our commodity trade,
Like the testicles of a prizewinning bull?

Was it worth it?
Was it worth tightening our borders,
Like a wafer-thin corset,
And muddying our country’s worldwide relationships?

Was it worth it?
Was it worth denying millions of Britons
Visas, healthcare and education
Across the globe? Are you worried
That Britain’s not British enough?

The glory days are over, Mr. Prime Minister.
The isolated Rising Sun was outdated
When faced with the advanced Western armadas.
Just like your ideals. We must change.

And no matter how much you try to dumb us down,
Force us to take pride in our own culture,
While ignoring others,
You can’t stop the wave of the now.
You can’t pull
The crusty, old mouldy wool
Over our eyes forever

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Yes so true the farce begins, yes even in poetry. The fight starts to look like a school yard. Although
I have seen some high school kids debate and they have a better grasp and know just how to debate
without it getting into a slanging match. So glad the youth of today are so sensible.
Sorry your poem sparked me off — but isnt that what poetry does one way or the other.


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