In the gloom of post-Brexit Britain, all that sustains us is hope. I wrote this recently. I don't know whether it qualifies as a poem. You, the reader, can decide.
PROMISES
Tomorrow promises to be better.
An old friend, you thought lost, will telephone.
You’ll receive a long-awaited letter.
Somewhere a tyrant will be overthrown.
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