Referendum Blues

by Magnus Dixon

“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.”
Pin badges prick leaf-littered September air
as leaflets trickle onto my doormat like neon tears.
We are all tangled in conscience and current affairs.

Pin badges prick leaf-littered September air.
The parties spit statistics, yet the people need more;
we are all tangled in conscience and current affairs.
I see the future as a room of opening and closing doors.

The parties spit statistics yet the people need more.
Our children are unborn, yet their futures are bruised–
I see the future as a room of opening and closing doors,
yet we are stuck-stuttering, unable to choose.

Our children are unborn, yet their futures are bruised
as leaflets trickle onto my doormat like neon tears.
Still we are stuck-stuttering, unable to choose–
“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.”