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That man who supports independence
Him in that parliament; him on the telly – aye, him
Papers say he’s the only one to share the dream, don’t they
He’s only one man mind you.
But see that mother who supports independence
Lives down the road from me – aye, her
Wakes up, rubs her eyes, brews the tea
Comes by with her shopping and all that
Has three kids, penniless as she is
Wants them to go to university she says
She’s only one mother mind you.
And see that guy who supports independence
Spoke to him on the bus to work – aye, him
Works a shift, dreams, gets by
Says he’s all green; windfarms, nae trident and that
Wants a government closer to home
So’s he can keep up a wage
He’s only one guy mind you.
And see that migrant who supports independence
Came from India with his family – aye, him
Lives in an old tenement
True Scotsman to the bone
Says India did it years ago: What’s taking you so long?
Self-governance, the human struggle and all that
He’s only one migrant mind you.
And see that teacher who supports independence
Works in that school round the corner – aye, her
Holds class, reads books, tells stories
The power of imagination! she tells them
And they listen to her and dream
Says it’s a new chapter, a new start and all that
She’s only one teacher mind you.
But see what the papers call a one-man band
All posturing, politics and that
Sounds more like an orchestra out on the streets
Waking restless dreamers to a call.
Andrew Redmond Barr
National Collective
Yes that's good I like it and here's how it came about
ReplyDeleteOor nation's been treated like a wee dancing poodle
Twa steps ahint wis oor place don't ye ken
Till oot o' the hills and the mists o' Linlithgow
Came a bonnie wee fechter, a leader o' men
Noo this wis a shock,this never should be
Past the end o' their nose nae unionist could see
Nae baubles nor sillar could buy this man aff
As he took up his cudgel, but contained his wrath
Wi' rapier wit he can ootsmart the rest
As he bats them a' doon, they keech in their nest
So he marched his troops onward and against a' the odds
He delivered a promise a date wi' the Gods
He's taen us tae greatness,it's jist like a dream
A' the time he wid grin like the cat wi' the cream
While a' roon aboot they gripe an' they groan
As he strips them each week richt doon tae the bone
So tak yer time Eck, as much as ye want
Let the Unionists fume let the Unionists rant
The folk, them that matter, are happy ye see
For they ken they're no skint too stupid too wee
The world is awaiting an' we'll tak up oor place
We'll be welcomed nae doot wi' much warmth an' much grace
BRILLIANT...ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT.
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They are both brilliant...well done...though provoking!!
ReplyDeleteThey are anon!
ReplyDeleteA R Barr - thank you!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Very moving. Thanks.
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