20/8/11

yes me on Aug 20, 2011

A WEE RUN TAE START MA DAY CHEERS.

One week on after the Riots

I begin my celebrations with

A big f… off band marching

Past my door in triumphant

Bitterness with the pious

Regalia of the bigots

Flutes and drums

Hear the bigots here them come

For miles before they reach your doors

Pull the curtains

Turn up the sounds

Begin my party bang my drum

I know its only 12 noon

But!

I’d rather drown

Than hear that sound

The sly old flute

The brash big drum

Seeking my ancestors

To persecute!

Pour me a drink

I will drown the memory

Pour me some more

I fear they some day

May pound my door…

But!

I will not give succour

Where there is no light.

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Comments (5)

fishfry aka Elizabeth Figueroa on Aug 20, 2011
This is an interesting poem, I feel the anger that is projected here. Great work of words.
Atanacio on Aug 20, 2011
a big f… off indeed LOL good wee rant
Ruby Hawk on Aug 20, 2011
Kick their butts, Matt.
SharifaMcFarlane on Aug 22, 2011
That shouldn’t be happening still, after so many years. Scotland needs to get rid of some of that baggage.
CHIPMUNK on Oct 21, 2011
Excellent

Hi there!