Mare’s tails and vapour trails traverse the sky above,
My nation riven in two parts, fuelled by hate and love.
This warring Isle will gather near to cast its final vote;
Change is nigh, its in the sky, both sides all primed to gloat.
My mind is set, my choice is made,
My line drawn in the sand.
I meet my neighbours not with fists-
With outstretched, open hands.
For we are not alone, you see,
Though Isle we are, will always be;
I say remain, for everyone,
Your parents, spouses, daughters, sons.
I say remain, and trust in folk,
Not drag a solitary yoke.
Remain, not leave- look straight ahead:
Divorce our kin? No. Stay wed.
© Tom Tide 2016