I wrote this on 23rd June 2016 – the day of the Brexit referendum, before the results were announced and whilst there was a sense of foreboding amongst remain voters. Whether Brexit will be judged as the right thing or the wrong thing will only be determined by historians, many generations from now.
In the tent with one foot out
Or out with one foot in?
Debate engulfs the air waves
Where does it end or begin?
In with one foot on the mainland
Or out with a toe in the sea?
No reversing the choice we make
And it comes with no guarantee
In with the Union Jack hung high
Or out with a freedom to move?
Attached to the Tower of London
As much as I am to the Louvre
In for a penny, in for a pound
Or out, and go it alone?
Whatever we do we’ll probably find
We’ll be doing it on our own