May is here – Political poem

A wall made of blue with some stolen red,
to keep out ‘ingenga’ in Old English she said.
Her roofs were all thatched ’til she tore them down,
changed all the boundaries in search of a crown.
She misses her targets, she snoops on her friends,
and uses opposers for her sordid ends.
Retreat from the world and fly the flag high,
cripple the country, the end feels nigh.

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