My “the morning after we were cheated out of our independence” poem from 19th September 2014

19th September

Help ma boab,
We’re aw fuck’t now,
The vote was rigged,
I bet they’re proud,
The party started,
For the No’s,
When them ballot doors aw closed,
We should’ve thought,
We didna ken,
We thought that you’s would let us win,
It was oor day,
But no oor hour,
Why’d we think you’d let go your power?
Fraudulent and tampering,
We didna even get to sing,
One full verse,
o Flower o’ Scotland,
Before your Bawbags,
Charged upon us,
Wi their Union Jacks held high,
Burning saltire taint’s the sky,
Wains attacked and people beaten,
Stabbed and hammered,
That’s how we’re treated,
BNP and Orange Order,
Corruption, betreyal and public dissorder,
You want a battle?
Well, you’re gonna to get it,
We’re no thugs or animals,
So we’ll fight wi pen,
we’ll fight wi quill,
We’ll have oor day,
And have oor hour,
Within us all,
The Scottish flower,
Saltire waving,
Every hour,
Piper pipe,
And Drummer drum,
Oor freedom be,
Forever won!
Soar Alba Gu Brath!!!!!!!!

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3 Responses to My “the morning after we were cheated out of our independence” poem from 19th September 2014

  1. LizScanlon says:

    Great poem… I love anything to do with one’s love of homeland and independence…

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Anne says:

    Free Scotland!! 🙂 Lovely

    Liked by 2 people

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