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Nobility

MY COUNTRY by Ian Thomson

The broken walls of peasants’ homes
Stand silent in mute witness here.
The land where Wallace once disdained
The power of English sword and spear.

Yet, safe above those burnt-out homes,
And always keen to bend the knee,
The feudal Lord is Scotland’s shame,
A turn-coat, always first to flee.

They think they are like ancient Gods,
But they will find that when it matters
A right arm that can wield a sword.
Has more strength than a tongue that flatters.

From ancient times these human leeches
Have sucked the life-force from my kin.
They hunt and play on land that’s stolen,
Have no conception of real men.

My ancestors, proud working men,
Fought well and died for such as these.
Scottish Nobility? Working Class!
We shall not live, upon our knees!

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Outstanding poem and so very true, a real good read Tam. Gets the hackles risen, Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

It's now 2014, the year of the Scottish independence referendum. I have every faith in my fellow Scots and hope to be living in a free nation soon. Best wishes for the New Year to you and yours, Roscoe.
Already the "parcel o' rogues " are trying to put the frighteners on us. A gang of public schoolboys.
Ian

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

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though does it qualify when it is not fictional? Not a real concern.

I've always admired your word-crafting abilities and here they are applied with passion and truth.

cheers,
Jess
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attributable to either Emiliano Zapata or Che Guevara
"It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees".

cheers,
Jess
Neopoet is a workshop. Poets take the time to read and think about your work and offer suggestions.
There is no obligation to make any changes however please acknowledge critique and comments.

These little buggers ate most of my roses this summer, but in the immortal words of Homer (Simpson)
"What can you do?". Thanks for the encouragement,Jess.

Ian

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

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This is a wonderful poem, I thoroughly enjoyed it I cant think of anything constructive to add its nearly 2am and I am going to sleep its way past my bedtime and I should close my eyes, I take it that Wallace is William Wallace ? Or am I wrong maybe LOL

I will be back tomorrow to see if I can offer anything

hope you and yours had a lovely Christmas and New Year

love and big hugs JC xxx

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

Dead right, J.C. Braveheart himself. Glad you liked it and good to hear from you.

Ian

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW, BUT FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

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how can you beat that?

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