Pish Talk Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

Thousands live in poverty
Burden to big to bear
Neglected by society
Politicians don't seem to care

Kow tow to London banker
Foreigners must come first
Betrayed by Scottish gangster
To rob the peoples purse

No match for the red coat
They haven't got a chance
Anyone can play the big note
In alcoholic trance

Great battles lie ahead
Too naive to understand
Believe the bullshit fed
Heads buried in the sand

Boast of their tradition
A history so grand
Yet sleep to coming collision
In the fight to free their land
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