James Fraser Poet Quintain (English)

In Silence We'Ll Strike So Primed

Look at me now, sitting below darkening skies
Cast out from our Highland home
The Clans now is spiteful despise
To the Glens we shall head, us the fortunate to roam
Away from the Jacobite scum, for us they'll continue to comb

These clearances they declare to be right
What gives them this credence this crime
In the name of their false King, once again we'll stand and fight
Soon the loyal to Alba, shall await their very time
To infiltrate, retaliate, in silence we'll strike so primed

The days pass into weeks, nowhere can we be found
On our peripheral they search and seek us
The clever in us, disappear deep underground
You can hear their English voices searching in our lush
Foul mouthed tirades of sectarianism, voiced in hatred cuss

It's now twenty eleven, to this day it beggars belief
That I read about my fellow past Clansmen
And their greed to betray, for ripened grief
Our day is not so far away, when the true Clans men
Shall vote for total autonomy, it's just a matter of when




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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser October 14, 2014 at 7:08 AM :) historical write . i live in between mountains.. :)and in an archioelago. :) like the way you have writtrn it first telling indirectly bout yourself then dirextly connecting to historty..:) James Fraser October 14, 2014 at 3:32 PM This poem is about the English, and the way they treated the Scot's after 'The Battle of Culloden' - They hunted anybody down whom they thought was involved, and thousands were innocent. The disliking of the English by the Scot's goes back to those days. Hence why we wanted total autonomy from them, and it'll happen, in my lifetime, James :)

Gwendolen Song December 13, 2011 at 8:47 AM Such a tale of excitement..full of historic valor. Much enjoyed. Great write. Gwendolen

Elizabeth Wesley December 10, 2011 at 4:54 PM Wonderful James, are you truly from Scotland? My grampa was and he wore his kilts here on occasion. The Scots lack nothing in personality and light up any room they are in. I loved this great adventure. James Fraser December 13, 2011 at 8:48 AM Elizabeth, I'm a Scottish Highlander 100%

M.I.A . December 9, 2011 at 9:32 PM ah, there is passion and faith in this piece James. the blood that flows in your veins is like fire, lighting ways.. thanks for stopping by and your kind comments.

Joe Maverick December 9, 2011 at 3:53 PM Interesting to read the echoes of past events here James:) as a boy i admired Rob Roy) among many other men of action however it think...you focus on an old model of oppression and the thing is much more powerful today.) and its moved to a mind occupation it is these that have to be freed..! same enemy (macro battlefield)