There’s a lion’s roar within my lungs
I fight this war with love, not guns
My eyes are opened, mind expanded
I feel no fear from those who’ve landed
Upon my shores.
The media’s scornful hate machine
Instructs to loathe those who are deemed
Unclean, impure, whose jaded eyes
Pray kinder hearts ignore the lies
And choose hope, not fear.
This land will be their home for now
As they mourn the lives of those who drowned
Stars snuffed like candles, dreams expired
Never to see their one desire
A home so safe.
They flee the bombs of the Eton boys
Who play with lives like patchwork dolls
There’s money for war but none, they say,
For health care, schools, and so we pray
For brighter days.
An empty mind vomits vitriol
With raised right arm, a know — it — all
Who screams to keep our country white
And plunge us into depths like night
A new dark age.
They boast and brag of glory days
Brave British lads amidst bullet haze
No thoughts for those who died beside
Our soldiers, simply washed aside
In seas of blood.
North of the border, we don’t yield
Our memories of Flanders Fields
We know them all, each single soul
Who died for cause of common goal
A freedom, sweet.
We recognise our common threat
Conceals it’s failures in regret
Points fingers at those not born and bred
Under stripes of blue, white and red
A butcher’s flag.
I welcome you with open arms
I see people who mean no harm
Who’ve had enough of bombs and blood
Who tire of being called a ‘flood’
I am a Scot.
No blood stained rag will cloak my shoulders
Blind my eyes, make my heart colder
I keep my eyes towards blue skies
Deaf to warmongering racist lies
I am a Scot.
So here’s to you my vagrant friend,
Until the day our conflicts end
When rich boys tire of their war games
Know their scourge was not in my name
I am a Scot.
Our schools are yours
Our laws protect you
When darkness calls
We will defend you
You are a Scot.
Always loved this ❤️