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-
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-
( For D.C.)
The day after Brexit was triggered.