On this day in 1855 Lord Aberdeen’s government fell after scrutiny of the Crimean War, all governments must be held to account. I have therefore chosen to re post this poem about Brexit by Paul Colvin.

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The Brexit Alliance.

Are we travelling a road
Where minds cannot meet
Why do we speak in corners
Of bars so discreet?
Have the racists upheld
Our rights to free speech
Are they backed by our rulers
Who are out of all reach?
While the white racists march
Do the other whites hide
Like those from a Union
We will soon cast aside
Why must we have bigots
Who march proudly as whites
Who terrify their own neighbours
Trying to kill off their rights?
They gather mob handed
In Plazas and Squares
And tout all their hatred
Where nobody cares
They’re not proud to be white
At least not white alone
Or they’d count every white
As one of their own.
They go by, first, colour
Then the shade of your tongue
Then scream kill the Pakis
And get the rest hung
Welcome to Brexit’s
Alliance of hate
The fascists are back
To make this Britain Great.
Just how many neighbours
Helped win Britain’s wars
Now ask yourself this
What are you marching for?
No! They’re proud to be British
Whatever that means
But this kind of Britain
Is just ugly, obscene.

Paul Colvin.

28th October 2016.