No-one Heard in Soho

The trigger pulled-

A voice rings out-

The rallying cry-

“No turning back”

 But no-one heard in Soho.

 

No anger here-

A tramp sleeps soundly-

On a bench supplied

By Westminster Council-

 In Soho.

 

Miss  Dearie sang— “Oh ‘deed I do”

And Ronnie welcomed strangers in.

 

In Soho where the days are long-

Unhindered from the heavy gong—of rule—divide—and masquerade.

Where wine is warm—and cheese grows soft-

And basil smells—of forget-me-not-

Where  drums sound  out a beat of peace-

New languages—to learn—to meet-

 In Soho.

 ( For D.C.)

The day after Brexit was triggered.