The Troubles we believe, have long since passed But now we must ask, how long will this last Is The Belfast Agreement, The Good Friday Act Consigned to history, about to be sacked
The border from Dundalk, all the way through Donegal Was erased from the map, like the Berlin Wall Peace would prevail, it did finally seem For the people of Ireland, the ultimate dream
For twenty odd years, disruption was missed Then Brexit came up, with a contentious list Trade was an issue, single market to protect A border where goods, would have to be checked
The UK Parliament, was completely divided Conservatives and Labour, often collided The DUP, in confidence and supply Refused a border, would the Government deny
Rhetoric ramped up, and tempers they rose Caution it dwindles, and tension it grows Prime Minister left, in July not May Her backstop not happening, the new one would say
The EU affirmed, the backstop is here Come hell or high water, will not disappear We neither reopen, nor do we discuss Things took a turn, became dangerous
Tariffs were mentioned, farmers did scare Exports to Europe, a serious affair A run on the pound, it had gone down Uncertainty was, the topical noun
The new Prime Minister, with his shocking blonde hair With bluster abound, said he did not care Like an archer armed, with arrow and bow Deal or no deal, we leave and we go
Opinions had risen, from the Nationalist side That Ireland it could, become unified You've had a vote, and now it's our turn And let us just see, what we will learn
The EU were stubborn, of that there's no doubt For reputation, they would scream and shout Their single market, to them was supreme Would they smile, like the cat with the cream
The UK had, a referendum to obey They had to listen, to what the people did say Democracy reigned, it was absolute But would the Archer, his own foot shoot
After two and a half years, no solution is found Smoking mirrors, that make no sound Most things agreed, a cigarette paper between We may just find out, on Halloween
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