The journey begins,
braced for a white-knuckle ride
we’re all wing-walkers
by Scooj
The journey begins,
braced for a white-knuckle ride
we’re all wing-walkers
by Scooj
Fire within me burns;
a rage fuelled by passion and
love; a phoenix forged.
by Scooj
Seismic changes on
the way; this is no time to
sip a cup of tea.
by Scooj
Hollow victory
and simmering resentment;
country divided.
by Scooj
Really sorry to draw this out. The wounds here are still sore. In my life I have never known such a divided nation before and unusually, the injured parties are younger people and graduates. What a bad idea the referendum was. The phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ has never been so apt.