Point In Hand

its a kilt and not a quilt we are free dangling souls

not out of kilter for we value balance and freedom

there is no hidden agenda as we battle opposition

with harmony and steadfast equilibrium let loose


left right left right we march on belligerent fields

careful not to have the kilt pin pierce our pride

in case of too much passion we hide any sense

of arousal although war is an emotional business


dressed in sporran and fastening strapping we fight

for our women children and fierce independence

we tread through mountains valleys and thistles

prick resistance and domination right where it hurts


swords lances and crossbows spill justice’s seeds

maces and tribuchets defend rightful possessions

caltrop and quick lime disperse our enemy’s lines

cull sculls and bones of our foes and burn with desire


today it is the ballot box and rugby pitches on which

we stake our claim where we score tries and convert

stand up to history’s decline and conquer intolerance

and the Tartan Armies march on in elevated disguise


02nd March 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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