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Storytelling in Verse (sempiternal)

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Nobility

MY COUNTRY by Ian Thomson

The broken walls of peasants’ homes
Stand silent in mute witness here.
The land where Wallace once disdained
The power of English sword and spear.

Yet, safe above those burnt-out homes,
And always keen to bend the knee,
The feudal Lord is Scotland’s shame,
A turn-coat, always first to flee.

They think they are like ancient Gods,
But they will find that when it matters
A right arm that can wield a sword.
Has more strength than a tongue that flatters.

From ancient times these human leeches
Have sucked the life-force from my kin.
They hunt and play on land that’s stolen,
Have no conception of real men.

My ancestors, proud working men,
Fought well and died for such as these.
Scottish Nobility? Working Class!
We shall not live, upon our knees!

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: GBR

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Roscoe Lane

Roscoe Lane

11 years 5 months ago

Outstanding,

Outstanding poem and so very true, a real good read Tam. Gets the hackles risen, Regards Roscoe..

Tam the Chanter

Tam the Chanter

11 years 5 months ago

charlatans

It's now 2014, the year of the Scottish independence referendum. I have every faith in my fellow Scots and hope to be living in a free nation soon. Best wishes for the New Year to you and yours, Roscoe.
Already the "parcel o' rogues " are trying to put the frighteners on us. A gang of public schoolboys.
Ian

weirdelf

weirdelf

11 years 5 months ago

This is fine story-telling indeed

though does it qualify when it is not fictional? Not a real concern.

I've always admired your word-crafting abilities and here they are applied with passion and truth.

Tam the Chanter

Tam the Chanter

11 years 5 months ago

aphorisms

These little buggers ate most of my roses this summer, but in the immortal words of Homer (Simpson)
"What can you do?". Thanks for the encouragement,Jess.

Ian

Seren

Seren

11 years 5 months ago

Big Smile

This is a wonderful poem, I thoroughly enjoyed it I cant think of anything constructive to add its nearly 2am and I am going to sleep its way past my bedtime and I should close my eyes, I take it that Wallace is William Wallace ? Or am I wrong maybe LOL

I will be back tomorrow to see if I can offer anything

hope you and yours had a lovely Christmas and New Year

love and big hugs JC xxx

Tam the Chanter

Tam the Chanter

11 years 5 months ago

Wallace

Dead right, J.C. Braveheart himself. Glad you liked it and good to hear from you.

Ian