Brexit

I looked to find babes
With hope in their hearts
I found old mad men
Who exhaled only farts

They were wrapped in old flags
That were tattered with holes
They had walked many miles
In shoes with no soles

They were told that once
They had walked with the gods
Those gods became dust
Their graves now well robbed

Sadly I wrapped
The men in their flags
And watched from a plane
Explaining our path

The world has new gods
Where tourists own flags
The rights that you blurt
Is a world sandwich bag

I watch your mouth slur
A plan long gone wrong
But death does not wait
The world just moves on.