Oh, ye saboteurs, of all that you survey
By lies and licence, pedal what you pray
Truth always find its path and come what may
Your end is imminent, prepare to pay
In honesty, you could have saved the day
But hubris holds and governs all you say
A tongue, so forked, forfeits the right to sway
Make ready now, an army comes to slay
In rectitude, for all whom you dismay
The tide yet turns, reclaims sands on which you play
On distant shores the voices have their say
And, closer still, we wait to claim the day
To others, seeking justice, fairer play
Make ready, be prepared, to seize that day
No accident that angst has found its May
A shelter here for all who seek a better way
Oh, ye saboteurs, who thought to have their way
The time shall come, be sure, we’ll have our say
‘Please invoke some parliamentary rule.’
Easier said than done when it turns out that devolved government isn’t worth the paper it’s written on.
We will not go the path the Tories seek to go.
The path that UK governments have chosen time and time again.
Against our will.
Against our vote.
Against our sense of morality.
A country that does not elect right wing rule will not follow right wing rule.
Becoming more right wing by the day
We will not.
Never.
Our history decrees it so.
Our experience underlines it.
We will have self-rule.
Independence.
We will make our own decisions.
Decisions based on collective good.
Decisions made by us.
Not on dictats selected for us.
Today.
Tomorrow.
It shall come to pass.
Carpe diem.
Never their day.
Never.
Seizing now the day that is yet to come.
The day that says no to their distorted idea of how we should live.
It doesn’t have to be that way.
Now may not be here but it is on the horizon.
It’s near.
Nearer for our children than for us.
Seizing for them.
I hate that the world revolves around economics.
Hate isn’t too strong a word.
Detest.
Despair.
I would rather leave the oil where it is and embrace renewables but even that is being undermined by UKgov.
Just as relationships between the nations here have been undermined for generations.
Peddling a myth that divides.
That we, here in Scotland, need England to survive.
We don’t.
But we have more than oil.
So did the rest of the UK till it was sold off to the highest bidder. Privatised under Tory rule. Then globalised to a higher bidder. Creating a rentier economy at the expense of infrastructure. At the expense of regions all over the UK.
I hate no one.
No one.
Sure, there are nutters here who do hate the English. Like they’re some collective breed. Same as there are nutters in England who believe Daily Heil lies about Scottish scavengers/traitors/cybernats. There are nutters all over the world. Hating on whoever they’re told to.
I repeat. I hate no one. Most do not.
If your papers tell you otherwise, you’re reading the wrong papers.
Listening to the wrong news.
My god, I wish it could be different.
But while we want what so many across these isles probably also want – a just society – it cannot be while our voices drown in Westminster.
Fifty-six MPs advocating change cannot compete fairly against hundreds happy with the status quo.
Cannot change what needs changing.
We have to begin here.
In Scotland.
In our own back yard.
We are a country, whether some acknowledge that or not.
Yes, it will be tough.
We know that change is tough.
But tougher yet would be complaining and not trying to change it.
I am working for the change I want to see.
Seizing the moments that lead to the day.
We all can.
Please do not give up. Wherever you are.
Please. Seize.
My heartfelt and sincerest sympathies for those in these isles who want what we want and cannot make it so by dint of no worthy opposition. Neither can we while tied to the UK. Arithmetic makes it so.
The kettle’s on. You’re welcome here.
And the weather isn’t as bad as you think if you’re from northern climes.
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