The Tories fear the end is nigh
DUP the same
And so they fight to carry on
Have to win the game
But maybe now the game is up
The writing’s on the wall
The dial has moved the mood has changed
You’re heading for a fall
Boris lives by bluster
Inhabits the twilight zone
All the shades of grey
You’ll never find him home
Seek him here and seek him there
Always in between
Now you see me now you don’t
And now a might have been
Our public world is rancorous
Everyone at war
Putin needs an enemy
To prove him a mighty Tsar
And Britain sought to separate
To look out for itself
But that’s no way to live your life
On the continental shelf
Brian Fahy
23 March 2023
Erris Poetry 