The Charge of the BREXIT Brigade
I
22 miles, 22 miles
Just a narrow channel
All in the valley of Death
Rode the sixty million.
“Backward, the dreams of a nation
Charge for the exit!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the sixty million.
II
“Forward, the Light Minded!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the country knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the sixty million.
III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode but poorly led,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of disaster
Rode the sixty million.
IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging away from a continent while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they exited;
French and German left behind
Reeled from the economic collapse
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the sixty million
Article 50 had doomed them
V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so weakly
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of sixty million
Only a few migrants
VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour BREXIT?,
Noble but foolish sixty million!
[with apologies to Lord Tennyson and those brave souls who died for our country]
Perhaps this horse [my petiton to UK Parliament] might help save the sixty million? Do open and ride the horse!