The Aftermath

Another poem about the referendum. This time it's about the aftermath and the hate that is spreading throughout the UK.

Death to the hooligans

Pain to the stereotypes

Respect melts like butter

Retribution is nowhere

The bloodstain flag flutters

Traitors scream and shout

They don’t scowl and mutter

They don’t know what it’s about

The bitterness on both sides

Give it up,

You won,

Isn’t that enough?

A man yells no, send them back

Face pale as chalk, not darkened black

Race and creed mean everything

They spread their animosity

They discriminate

They bleed hate

Words are twisted

Who knew hell existed?

On this earth, anything is possible

It makes me sick sometimes.

Vomiting up lies

In the distance, a child cries.

She is told “go home”

A boy is left alone.

People spat at.

Hate has become justified

In just one day

Respect has died

Along with my faith

People are isolated,

No longer safe

Unwelcome,

Ostracised.

This is what Democracy does.

Are you happy?

Democracy destroyed its maker

Buried, sank and burnt its creator.

Goodbye freedom,

See you later.

They say childish,

We deny it.

They are children,

Fighting over a toy,

A toy of hate and death.

An instrument made to destroy

Blown apart,

‘til nothing’s left.

Sorry is never enough.

Hold on tight,

The ride isn’t over,

It’s just getting started.

Don’t send them away

I cannot bear to be parted.

Parted from unity.

Prised apart like slices of bacon.

Together burn them all,

Burn them to the ground,

Salt the earth.

Hail Britannia

Goddess of the coin

Of battle and our saviour

Can’t you stop this behaviour?

Or do you condone it?

Is this the way?

Nothing I can do or say.

History made on that day

That day of fate

That day so many regret.

A day I want to forget.

I lie still,

Stare at the devil.

They fell for your disguise

They fell into your actor’s eyes.

Your dictation,

Your oration,

Captured by their situation.

Felt lost with their frustration.

Resorting to protest

Forgetting who they should detest.

And now I close my eyes and rest.

Independence?

No, isolation.

No destination

Or preparation.

Embrace those in fear

Hold the hands of the helpless

The ones in pain

Ignore the insane

But it is not alright.

It is the result;

A pitiful, disgusting sight.

Ugly is as ugly does,

Haters got to hate

It’s too late,

Can’t take it back.

This is the aftermath. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and powerful words and thoughts my friend.
"Haters got to hate
It’s too late,
can’take it back.
This is the aftermath. "
I believe top lines are true. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kat Mandu]

Thanks, this poem came out of alot of anger I was feeling at the time. I'm glad you appreciate it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome.

[barleygirl]

Normally, I don't like a poem that's formatted in a long column of very short lines like this. In a few places, I feel you could combine the shortest lines to make it read less choppy. But overall, this works better than most poems in this format, becuz it's clear the narrator is spitting mad, & so spitting out little barbs as they occur to him/her. I especially like the way you are describing racism & bias, which I feel the same way about (detestable). Your message comes across with clarity & I can also feel the emotions.

[Kat Mandu]

Yeah, I was pretty pissed off. People seem to think that voting to leave the EU has justified racism, which I find disgusting. Thanks for the compliments.

[AliciaB]

Wow. Another very well-written, high-intensity poem. The parts I find most gripping are the image of children "fighting over a toy" of "hate and death", the devil's "actor's eyes", and all the stuff about democracy. Living in the U.S. with an impending presidential election in which I will be able to vote for the first time in my life, as well as with all the insanity that has been occurring recently, this kind of thing is, quite frankly, scary to think about. Human beings are crazy. The only thing we can agree upon is the fact that we're all idiots, in one way or another. Very good poem overall. It kind of reminds me of rap music - but, GOOD rap music that actually means something. Best of luck in all that happens in the near future.

[Kat Mandu]

Thanks :) Yeah, it's weird being in a country where a third of the population are being racist bigots, one third is being amazingly empathetic and the other third is wishing it had said something sooner but is too afraid to comment.