PLEASE NOTE: Poetry24 will be taking a Spring break 13th - 20th April. Keep the poems coming, though. Publication will continue from April 21st. Send your poems to

Monday, 28 August 2017

Up the Flagpole

Cadabra! Now we've wrested back control
Of our great Empire's ever-whiter soul,
We certainly cannot let what we do
Be limited by what is merely true.
We thus declare a mystic, phantom border
To call the Irish Free State back to order,
And guide recalcitrant and foreign nations
To better knowledge of their obligations.
Today's technology, we do admit,
For our great purpose is as yet unfit;
Yet with our wizard spunk we'll sort things out
By waving our appendages about.
Shall not the glory of these wondrous acts
Bring triumph over Brussels, fear, and facts?

© Philip Challinor

UK accused of 'magical thinking' over Brexit plan for Irish border

Philip Challinor posts fiction, satire and assorted grumbles at His longer fiction is available at

No comments:

Post a Comment