12th February 2014

Sonnet 92

Vote "Yes" for independence breakaway

Vote "No" to keep it ours not yours and mine;

When it's gone it's gone; we die if we stay

"For it depends upon that love of thine".

Since politics lost the names of the wrongs

Climate change could be the start of our end,

And brave new ideology belongs

In what's pure geographical depend.

Global democracy - all in my mind?

Environmental stewardship - convenient lie?

The rain keeps falling , I'm trying to find

Something to believe in before I die.

My secret cross could never be a blot,

But who's news is " falce,...  yet I know it not"?