ivor .e hogg

(7th April 1934 / Co Durham)

Pibroch Dhu For Jim Hogg


The piper plays his sad lament
Alone upon the bleak hillside.
A bitter hymn of discontent
recalling those who bravely died.
A living breathing testament
to regimented homicide.
The piper plays his sad lament
alone upon the bleak hillside.
This world is not as it was meant
The ten commandments are defied
as warfare rages far and wide.
As in the past and the present.
The piper plays his sad lament.

Submitted: Sunday, April 08, 2007
Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011

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  • Not a member No 4 (4/28/2007 5:53:00 PM)

    Oh Ivor, this one wrenches at the heartstrings. Powerful and evocative. Had me ranging over massacres, murders and the endless futility and injustice of war/violence - near and far. I see that Jackson Solo did a very very short one on the effect of hearing Amazing Grace on the pipes. It's short but has a kick!

    Thanks for this Ivor. It's a work of art - this style is clearly your speciality. All the best to you. (Oh by the way you have a very small walk on part in A Vision of Blindness - perhaps you'll damn me for it! ! Hope not.) jim (Report) Reply

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