SHIPSHAPE
Enya played
We sailed away
Hablamos en Spanglish
Argentina, Irish
and people from Spain
With a compass from France
And rigging from England
We set out our sails
On European waters we sailed
But BREXIT I fear is coming our way
And without a steady hand at the helm
Captain Cameron resigned
as HMS Ambush made port in Gibraltar
Submarine warfare in the nuclear age
HMS Sabre rattled her way, with flares
to scare Spanish science ships away
BREXIT will be a Titanic success they said
bringing pain back to Belfast once again
Governments of left and right rocked from port to starboard at night as the steady experiences hands had all gone away, sailors retired to Spain
But ship ahoy, BREXIT is on the horizon,
like an iceberg slowly approaching,
We cab still adjust our course,
as my friends and I spoke and joked
from bow to tail, we made our way around the coast of Spain with engine and sail
Build bridges not borders
if we want to weather this storm
Our helm is almost,
out of our hands,
as the rocks fast approach,
we are all in the same boat.
20th of May 2017
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