(with apollodylanologies)
Do not go gentle into Brexit shite.
Just look at how it’s ruined the UK.
Rage, rage against the lying of the Right.
Leave voters fell for snake-oil salesmen’s hype,
Choosing to ignore the voice of sanity,
Do not go gentle into Brexit shite.
But Murdoch, Johnson, Farage and their like
Spread hatred, fear, deceit and disarray.
Rage, rage against the lying of the Right.
Nor did Remainers go without a fight,
Campaigning, marching, exhorting every day,
Do not go gentle into Brexit shite.
Old Remainers, although with fading sight,
Can still see clearly we were right to say,
Rage, rage against the lying of the Right.
Curses on the villains who caused our plight.
Let British bells toll their demise, I pray.
Do not go gentle into Brexit shite.
Rage, rage against the lying of the Right.
These short poems get right to the point!