Eurotrash

We sleepwalked to this union
and its devious, contrived claws
led by faceless souls and ambivalence
a club to end all wars.

Where nation speaks unto nation
no communality of tongue
apart from broken English
an anthem left unsung.

A vastly corrupt confrerie
a wondrous seat at table
until one mentions exodus
to leave if one is able.

Divorce, a deal, a payment
ambivalence is lost
the faceless faced with heresy
can only count the cost.

Close to the heart, our faceless
squirm to the left and to the right
on battle weary chargers
talk broken English shite.

The gravy train is near derailed
the station master shakes
passengers now walk the tracks
union fractures as it quakes

Published by grahamrsherwood