Crossing the Channel

All around us, now exists, a state of great confusion,

No-one seems to know, which is the way to go,

From our Ministers, division, our leaders rudder-less

The charts have no indication, of the ground below.

In olden days the Captain, would, “Take a sounding!’”, shout,

The uncomplicated lead-line, into the depth was thrown,

It found the bottom, and straight forwardly

The important facts were known.

Now they use elastic thread to measure depths unknown

The line has inbuilt buoyancy, so the bottom’s never seen

The vague measurement presented, uncompromisingly

Is only a reflection, of where we just have been.

Clearly, we are still afloat, (none felt an awful shudder),

What we need is Vision, but on whom, now,  can we call?

Not the mutinous rebellion, of pirate boarding parties

Who claim great power, but actually, do nothing much at all.

So, clever Politicians, ‘all at sea’ or ashore,

Analyse with care, the dangers that abound

Think carefully about, where our boat is heading

Then make a sensible decision, before we run aground.

George Potter