Warning: The following poem could shake some people's sensitivities to the core. Read at your own risk. I accept no responsibility for any negative sentiments!

Written from the perspective of a concerned and frustrated baby boomer, this poem delivers a sharp critique aimed at Generation Z and the younger generations. It challenges them to reflect on their demands for change without personal sac...

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Five winters passed since Britain’s leap,
From Union’s ties to waters deep.
No customs bonds, no common chains,
Yet, what’s been lost and what remains?

The promise shone of sovereign might,
Of borders closed, of futures bright.
Trade unbound, and rules our own,
A dream proclaimed from Churchill’s throne.

But ports grew still, and shelves turned bare,
The fishing fleets met n...

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