The guillotine has fallen
With a merciless chop
Make Britain great
Make Europe stop
Brexit is the hair that goes up on the back of your neck
When you feel the pit of your stomach falling
In my Star Trek idealism I feel sad and confused
This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go…
We’re all supposed to stand United
For peace and prosperity
Then the Union just gets bigger and bigger
Until the whole world and all the humans in it are part of something much bigger than countries
Much bigger than continents
Much bigger than petty governments
Much bigger than you or I
But no, we’ve just become smaller
In heart and in mind and in land mass
How are we supposed to form the Federation?
How are we supposed to create Warp Drive?
How are we supposed to rid ourselves of this wicked monkey on our back, otherwise known as money?
Are you trying to tell me that Star Trek isn’t real?
Because if you are I have some news for you
Look at our mobile phones, from Star Trek.
And look at Google Glass, from Star Trek.
Look at the hypo injector sprays, from Star Trek.
Even Tractor Beams! From Star Trek.
So you watch out because the Federation is coming.
Bookish Lara 