Yes or no, what way will it go?
For the pollsters it’s a mystery
Who’ll be on the wrong side of history
Remember, wherever we draw the borders
On these isles we’re all sisters and brothers
Here’s hoping, your eyes are open
So fare thee well, decide your future
No matter the outcome apply a suture
To heal the wounds, don’t let them fester
A united people will fair better
There is no more honourable thing
Than to hew, and shape, and build, and make
In the pursuit of something real
Something that will heal
Our modern ills and lethargy
Brought about by the tools
That make us fools
Rather than freeing our time
We slouch and flick
An impulsive tic
Addicted to the screen
Always a yearning
Resurrecting the craftsman gene
Coursing through the veins
To leave a mark
On this world
A story to be told
Some thing to have, and behold.
I dread when you visit, dimming my spirit
Restricting my breathing, anger is seething
Now the lethargy shifted and the black cloud has lifted
My head feels lighter and my mood is much brighter.
The hawks of war are circling,
On the thermals of disaffection they soar.
Diplomatic relations are worsening.
Sabres rattling, will the Bear roar?
Embrace the other
As your sister, your brother.
Engage and hear them
Don’t segregate nor fear them.
You are the other too.
Your father and mother who
Reared you, steered you
Are outsiders too.
Throw off the cloak or veil
Let openness prevail
Celebrate what we have in common
Let humanity grow, and thrive, and blossom.