Rest Ye And Be Thankful

Rest ye and be thankful when the mountains give respite

When the road that is less travelled reveals the truth of right

Though the years eroded potency and restraints reined your might

Rest ye and be thankful for the end is soon in sight

 

Rest ye and be thankful that you sought to climb the peak

That you spoke when speaking mattered for you had the right to speak

That you told and taught the stories that someone had to teach

Rest ye and be thankful for the goal is now in reach

 

Rest ye and be thankful as the future cries your name

For the stalwarts, armed with stamina, once rested, feel no pain

From mountain tops to steep ravines, words echo through the glens

Rest ye and be thankful then stir and rise again

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And There We’ll Be

                                              one day

from arid lips

parched

forlorn

the unicorn shall come

caress

dry, tired lips

refresh

from mountain falls

the parchment of all love

and there we’ll be

that day

when once it dawns

as ev’ry new beginning

must

by new birthrights, form

the haze will clear

and there

upon a clear horizon

visions of a future

that must be

will will be reborn

the will to be

to change

fulfil the legacy

the birthright

fought and died for

there we’ll be

(source)

the future chosen

written from

the past

the legacy of every family

clearanced

cleared

from home

the choices chosen

by all others

there the day

we choose the will

the way

the unicorn now free

from choices of the past

and choices chosen from

and by

the distant rogues

now overcome

refuse

from now

we are

the unicorn

with lips refreshed

the fallen

now revisited

one day

the unicorn

will think again

refreshed from sources

replenishing the soul

of nationhood

and truth

and there we’ll be

We’ll be

We are the unicorn

Refreshed

Reborn

Behold the unicorn

Risen from the depths of soul

The waters of life

Now revisited

We are the soul of kelpies

Now reborn

We are the unicorn!

Behold!

We are free!

And there we’ll be!

War of Self-Imposed

A war of self-infliction, crime exposed

Reasons for the hardships juxtaposed

Penalties impending, border freedoms to be closed

Oh, welcome to the war of self-imposed

 

While they cry for sovereign power but fight to it depose

While citizens ignore or guess, suppose

The unity of peace begins to decompose

Losing to a war of self-imposed

 

Democracy, dictatorship, in UK, now transposed

Archaic powers risen though necrosed

Poison resurrected in the system, rank disclosed

Who wins a war of losses self-imposed?

 

Privileged in power, legitimacy foreclosed

Hearts and minds, though changed, to be opposed

No one represented but for interests undisclosed

In a war manipulated and imposed

Claims of Emergency Legislation Being Prepared for January 2019?

I’ve been following James Patrick for some time now and he’s not been wrong on anything, as far as I know. If this is equally accurate, we’re all in trouble very soon.

MacAlba

I read a twitter thread today composed by James Patrick.  For those of you unfamiliar with James, his bio reads:

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Those Days

I wrote this back in March but never posted it. I haven’t been posting much of anything or doing any blog reading apart from politics. Yup, that’s where I’ve been. Lost in the political maelstrom of a world that seems to have lost its senses. I figured I couldn’t keep complaining or writing about it without actually trying to do something a bit more constructive. So I am.

I hope all my WordPress friends are coping with life and pursuing their passions. As for me, I’m doing just that. I hope to return to blog world more often as soon as I have time. God bless.x

they did not come

those days

as some had prophesied

in blinding flash of light

mid spores

from mushroom cloud

no, they did not come

those days

as later testified

with fanfare

or with marches

to an anthem played too loud

 

they did not come

those days

to separate our flesh

cast shadows

of a life once lived

upon the earth

no, they did not come

those days

to harvest and to thresh

neither to sort

nor weigh our value

fix our worth

 

they did not come

those days

upon a suddenly

an exclamation mark

to our complete

surprise!

no, they did not come

those days

dramatically

they stealthed

instead

before our blinded eyes

 

they came

those days

when memory was lost to time

and all that once was known

had died

a painless death

yes, they came

those days

amid portents and with signs

but truth remained

unseen

till almost nothing left

 

they came

those days

when jealous gods stole back the fire

demanded ransom

fuelled the flames

of nation hate

yes, they came

those days

to mindless, such we were

they came at last

at last we saw

but had we seen too late

Labour rips up the Claim of Right

Labour. Supporting independence worldwide. Except in Scotland. The Claim of Right says otherwise. Scots are sovereign. No one else but us decides. Mr Corbyn et al need to check their history books and perhaps refer to more recent Hansard notes. Labour are dead to Scotland. As are the Tories. Two cheeks of the same arse. Tick tock.

Wee Ginger Dug

It is being reported today, Sunday, that following Jeremy Corbyn’s suggestion that he might be prepared to ‘allow’ Scotland to hold a future independence referendum should he become Prime Minister, that the Scottish Branch Office is to press for the inclusion of a clause in the Labour manifesto explicitly opposing another independence referendum. The Branch Office is thought to believe that this would mean that a future Labour government would have a mandate to forbid any future independence referendum and to refuse to give the Scottish Government a Section 30 order, irrespective of any mandate that the Scottish Government has been given by the people of Scotland in a Scottish election and irrespective of the vote share received by independence parties or the number of MPs they achieve. According to Nick Eardley of the BBC, an announcement to this effect will be made at the Labour party conference in Liverpool.

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The gravity of theory

Wee Ginger Dug

On Friday, Theresa May gave her considered response to the entirely predictable rejection of her Chequers Plan by the EU. The rejection should not have come as a surprise to anyone who was paying attention. The EU has been signalling ever since the Chequers Plan was cobbled together that it wasn’t going to be acceptable. For the past two years it has been patiently and consistently explaining that the four freedoms are indivisible, and the British Government can’t pick and choose those parts of them that happen to suit the interests of maintaining some sort of semblance of unity within the British Conservative party.

It’s just unfortunate that the British Government counts amongst those who weren’t paying attention, and so it reacted to the EU’s refusal in much the same way that a toddler reacts when it goes in a huff and knocks its sippy cup off of the high…

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More offensive than a Boris Johnson opinion piece

Wee Ginger Dug

The nightmare is chapping at the door. The ultimate worst case scenario, everything that Better Together told us back in 2014 that only a No vote could protect us from is in the street, peering in through the windaes, about to get in. Boris Johnson as Prime Minister presiding over the hardest Brexit imaginable. It’s almost upon us. The next few weeks are going to be defining ones in the history of Scotland. The election of Boris Johnson would be the bilingual Gaelic language sign on the road to independence that tells us there can be no going back, because there is nothing to go back to. If Boris Johnson becomes leader of the Conservatives, it means that the UK which Scotland was told it was voting to remain a part of has, to use Johnson’s own widely condemned words, strapped a suicide belt around itself.

It’s not just that…

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Free speech, except for viewers in Scotland

Wee Ginger Dug

The BBC doesn’t exactly have a great reputation in Scotland for fairness and a lack of bias. Trust in the Corporation in Scotland is low, and you’ll be more likely to find someone who thinks that Creationist website demonstrates a proper understanding of the theory of evolution than you’ll find an independence supporter who believes that the public service broadcaster – which we all pay for – gives a fair hearing to the indy movement. Given that, you’d think that the BBC would tread extra carefully in its dealings with the independence movement, and would be particularly careful not to alienate even further that half of the Scottish population which views it with deep suspicion as the propaganda arm of the British state. But no. Instead the BBC has decided to trash its chances of reassuring the half of the people of Scotland who support independence.

Stu Campbell of Wings…

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A Solstice Prayer

As the sun finally sets this solstice, let it set on the union.

Scots, wha hae, that claim the name

Those that call auld Alba hame

Welcome where we’re aw the same

Liberty fur aw

 

Now ’s the time, and now’s the hour

Time tae help the thistle flower

Resistance tae Westminster’s pow’r

Nae EVEL laws abide

 

Wha will look tae future, save

Our rights for country, children brave

Stand yer ground, for nae man, slave

Reclaim our sovereign rule

 

Wha for Scotland’s justice, laws

Wha for self-rule’s worthy cause

Wha will fight without a pause

Tae break restrictive chains

 

By oppressive governance

Outnumbered in that parliament

Upholders of new covenant

Scotland shall be free

 

Let the Tories feel the blow

United, onward, we shall go

By independence, we all know

We will thrive for aye

 

Robert’s words were timely then

His sentiments, Arbroath again

Declared by children, women, men

Unfettered rights proclaim

 

Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales

Unloose the chains frae London’s rules

Ungoverned by a tribe of fools

Rabbie’s words for aw

 

Power hungry knaves and knights,

Millionaires and lords talk shite

Magna Carta’s banged tae rights 

Different laws for aw

 

Be the people we can be

With voices strong, equality

Within the grasp if all are free

Nations once again

 

Wha will look to what we need

None that serve for power or greed

Bite the hand that will not feed

By self-rule change the game

 

Bastions of power shall fall

No barriers, no fascist wall

Free citizens, oh hear the call

All must do or die

 

UKIP, Tory, right-wing rule

Takin’ nations for blind fools

We have the will, we have the tools

If we signify

 

Testify tae what is right

Keep real enemy in sight

Those who rule tae retain might

Moral compass skewed

 

Rabbie knew the games they played

Power lost by power waylaid

The union’s deid, once more self-made

Nations once again

 

Brothers, sisters sharing land

A classless system, hand-in-hand 

In fellowship, for this we stand

Scotland’s on its way

 

We must travel where we will

Westminster’s voice is harsh and shrill

A banshee wailing, had our fill

Vain cockerel’s crawed its last

 

Wha would stop the tide in flow

Wha can stop the winds that blow

They move for aw, and most Scots know

Independence calls

 

Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales

Unloose the chains frae London’s fools

As free men claim yer own self-rule

Rabbie’s words for aw