Lemmings do not intentionally commit suicide but are forced over the edge by those behind. Those that cannot know what lies in front of them.
The UK leaving the EU is just a bit too similar to the fate of the Lemming.



Into the Abyss (or not?)

They had no thoughts of suicide
but an urgent will to survive
Their fate was not theirs to decide
Pushed onward by a relentless drive

The bluest of skies was a curtain call
as headlong they fell to their doom
Only the rocks to break their fall
Turn back! If you can make some room

The pursuit of happiness becomes quite sad
When all is gambled and lost
You never appreciate what you had
until you realise the exceptional cost

Like those lemmings hurtling to their doom
Brexit will kill us, or perhaps we'll survive
Blindly heading toward the abyss of gloom
Would our fortunes die, or revive?





Poetry by Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-21 at 11:26

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