The Ecstasy and Agony of Brexit

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Theresa May, ambushed by Gina Miller, the Courts and Tory rebels,
makes a poignant plea with the Parliament to accept
the best deal on offer from the EU,
for she does not aspire to be the Sacrificial Lamb.

Higamus, hogamus, the litmus test Brexit
was Ecstasy. No more Perestroika or parley, just the Backstop.
Divorce, divorce, third time divorce!
EU retorts with its demand: alimony and Northern Ireland.

They strive here, they strive there, jaded Brexit
lingers on almost two years long, the mail-order Brexit languishes.
Why? Brexit is caught in the crushing jaws of the economy.
Tory unity and national interest evaporate in the argy-bargee steam.

Loyalty, the Tories’ talisman, melts in the ceaseless confounding heat
of entrenched interests, unwittingly leading to self-harm by the new Luddites.
EU unable to deny Brexit, decides to spite it.

May hopes Brexit can revive
the Rolls-Royce Spirit of Ecstasy
that made Britain Great,
that may bring back the golden days.

EU is adamant about the Backstop conundrum
Theresa May may lose her cool and use her prerogative
to crash out from juggernaut EU without a deal,
exclaiming, ‘Is this a dagger I see before me?’ No, no, it’s the Spectre of the Backstop!



Dato’ Yunus Raiss
JP FRSA FCIL MEd BA BSc (Econ) Barrister
23.12.2018


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