In this post-factual democracy
we are seen collectively;
the world forgets
that, in 2016
48 % voted
‘Remain’,
But most of us don’t remember that,
For we are drip fed again and again, again
The idea that Britain is united behind Brexit,
The PM tells repeatedly how, in the last election
80 percent of us chose parties with a Brexit manifesto
But, there was little choice, in this undemocratic system
Seeking a divorce from its own scapegoat, our status quo is
Weighed irrefutably in favour of one of two parties ever getting in,
Citizens have a muted voice and restricted representation that does not go
With an idea that we agree, comply with or know. We’ve been told our decision.
To disagree, it seems, is to be undemocratic as we are taught to follow
A yellow brick road, but we can’t click our heels to return home
And it’s only the Brexiters who are shown on television,
European neighbours regard us now with fury,
Confusion, frustration, ridicule, distain, pity
“Only eating biscuits and drinking tea”
In Coordinator Verhofstadt’s eyes
The UK described as ‘disorderly’
‘Crashing’, feeble of mind
Into self-made injury
Upon which we
Cannot stand.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
The 48% 