The secret shame of Brexit

When I left Manchester and relocated to London's centre,
Those months can be called experiencing decadence, or
the slow walking between unadulterated distances.
I can remember my lovely place close to Waterloo station,
where
I lived in the cupboard's mirror,
that was a vertical lake in that bedroom,
Its pseudo-water was like a cold bloom,
It did not show a reflection; instead 
behaved as a vacuum that sucked on my heart
every morning.
Nine months in my lovely cave
in the vomit-coloured Munro house,
which is one of the diamond-shaped asses of the city, 
amongst plenty of others, 
that building was like a miniaturized Noah's Ark,
filled with all kinds of double-legged aliens,
from eclectic social classes and regions,
I represented the eastern-European stranger with my green skin,
big dark eyes and a strange accent.
I was the poo-man from the EU; 
I will never forget the day after their stunning Brexit,
I was in North Manchester,
I stayed at the Bus stop in Blackley,
and people shouted out from the car
they targeted those people who looked like immigrants:
"Brexit! Go home!" They celebrated our stigmatization.
I became parasitic on the body of that country I used to idolize;
they wanted to get rid of me. 
Before all these humiliations,
I had to read and listen and tolerate falsehood propaganda, and

the mendacity of UKIP and Conservatives,
and the double-faced bullshit of the Labours. 
They were super cruel. They lied about us.
And millions and millions of people believed those cusses,
I should have called myself Mr Ballast,
a floated Shit on the beautiful, deep blue British ocean.

I was not prepared for all the nasty things I saw and heard.
All my illusions,
and all my efforts had begun to transfer to sadness,
They gradually razed my life; and blandness; 
They made me a human splinter under the nail,
and nobody was and will be sorry for these.
I disappeared without saying hello. 
I hope they are much contented now.
All my thirteen years were demolished.
Observing how xenophobia and hatred worked was a good
learning opportunity,
and I was trained by the British politician
and newspapers very profoundly.
So, I decided that
I won't have a country and nation anymore,
I was starting to enjoy myself.
My country is me, and I will never hate strangers.
everyone can come in who can love,
and we can live in our virtual country,
cause almost all real countries will gradually be filled with idiots,
the new trend is
building Lyingocracies everywhere.