The wind howls through the halls
of power; a place where
the theatre of lies and misled royals
recalled by people and law,
the ass has spoken,
like Balaam’s donkey truth is told
and angel tears drop in grace,
from soft stone eyes as the
portal to parliament is pushed
aside, open hopeful
———————
on an equal jousting yard
of voices emboldened
the truth to be told
and will the law breaker
truth taker
Brexit Baker
cook a cake of
lost opportunities
and job losses?
